Chapter Three: Make A Wish
"Curt!" the man said again.
"Yeah? Who the hell are you?" he demanded visciously.
"I'm Arthur Stewart." he replied and walked into view. He was tall and thin. He stood in front of Curt, just smiling.
"Yeah?" the blonde haired man asked. Arthur's smile faltered slightly but he managed to keep his composure.
"You don't remember me..." he sighed.
"Should I?"
"Perhaps it was too much to hope." he turned to leave when Curt said,
"No, what're you talking about?"
Arthur turned, "You called it a freedom. A freedom you could allow yourself. Or not."
"A freedom you could allow yourself. Or not." Curt said at the same time as he. "It was you."
The other man smiled as Curt said again, "You." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"You changed my life." Arthur said. Curt mumbled something under his breath and he continued, "I've...I've been looking for you. And when I heard you were in London...I...I had to come."
"Look man, I dunno what that night was, or what you thought it was. But it wasn't that." Curt said, rather bewildered.
"What was it then?" Arthur asked quietly. His posture made it seem as if he was preparing himself for another blow. Hands in his pockets, slouching and hair in his eyes.
"Nothing." Curt replied, "Nothing." The blow had come.
"All right." Arthur said, trying to be cheerful. He turned around and he noticed something in the sky. It was a shooting star. He took in a sharp breath.
"Hey," Curt said from behind and Arthur whirled around, "Make a wish."
"I got it the last time. Can't expect it to come true again."
"You never know. Let's bump into each other some other time. Say around noon, Wednesday. Meet you here."
"I'd love to." Arthur grinned. Curt nodded and said, "Right." He continued walking, not knowing what he just did or why. Only knowing that it didn't feel wrong. It felt almost right.
"Curt!" the man said again.
"Yeah? Who the hell are you?" he demanded visciously.
"I'm Arthur Stewart." he replied and walked into view. He was tall and thin. He stood in front of Curt, just smiling.
"Yeah?" the blonde haired man asked. Arthur's smile faltered slightly but he managed to keep his composure.
"You don't remember me..." he sighed.
"Should I?"
"Perhaps it was too much to hope." he turned to leave when Curt said,
"No, what're you talking about?"
Arthur turned, "You called it a freedom. A freedom you could allow yourself. Or not."
"A freedom you could allow yourself. Or not." Curt said at the same time as he. "It was you."
The other man smiled as Curt said again, "You." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"You changed my life." Arthur said. Curt mumbled something under his breath and he continued, "I've...I've been looking for you. And when I heard you were in London...I...I had to come."
"Look man, I dunno what that night was, or what you thought it was. But it wasn't that." Curt said, rather bewildered.
"What was it then?" Arthur asked quietly. His posture made it seem as if he was preparing himself for another blow. Hands in his pockets, slouching and hair in his eyes.
"Nothing." Curt replied, "Nothing." The blow had come.
"All right." Arthur said, trying to be cheerful. He turned around and he noticed something in the sky. It was a shooting star. He took in a sharp breath.
"Hey," Curt said from behind and Arthur whirled around, "Make a wish."
"I got it the last time. Can't expect it to come true again."
"You never know. Let's bump into each other some other time. Say around noon, Wednesday. Meet you here."
"I'd love to." Arthur grinned. Curt nodded and said, "Right." He continued walking, not knowing what he just did or why. Only knowing that it didn't feel wrong. It felt almost right.