Percy would remember that moment for many years to come. That moment defined his life, when he answered Evelyn's question without hesitation. As an elderly man, lying on his death bed with his children beside him, he would look at them, yet, past them, to that time in the cave, when he made a decision and it changed his life. He decided to embrace the wind, and his fears, and the hunger. He knew he couldn't live without any of it.
No, he said.
Evelyn looked up then, and smiled a deep smile that touched the very core of both of them.
From that moment on, Percy and Evelyn were inseparable. These two very different young people, were very much the same, and once they came to realize that, there was no separating them.
She told him her dreams.
He told her how his stomach ached when he looked at her.
She told him she loved the smell of lavender.
He told her when he was 6 years old he walked in on his parents making love and he thought his mother looked so sad.
She told him her mother made love to herself.
He told her that he didn't understand love at all.
She told him that love doesn't need to be understood. It just needs to be.
They told each other things they never even realized about themselves. Evelyn felt she had learned more about herself from talking to Percy than she had learned in all the time she spent thinking in her secret place. He was like a precious book to be absorbed, savoured, and devoured.
She found herself wanting to know more. He found himself wanting to be more.
They were on the verge of something beautiful, precious, moist and new. The wind had altered the course of things, as it always did when it came to town. It woke them both up and made them feel the growling hunger in their bellies. And they liked it.
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