Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 63
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 63
I get dressed quietly and walk to the beautiful large living room to finally start the day as I like.
With tea and green leaves.
"I feel really weak, but I promised to visit Bas," the words come out just as wobbly as she moves. I get up, give her a big hug, and then I let her go for the umpteenth time.
While I stare out the large window at the tops of the trees, I wonder how long this has been going on and if it will ever be what I expected.
I wanted so much more, now that she was mine on paper somewhere in the world. A few years ago I wouldn't have dared to believe that I would share a bed with her.
We live together, I should feel satisfied with what I have, should.....
From behind the bar of the coffeeshop, I keep an eye on her for a bit.
She is nice, blonde, cheerful, a bit daring. Her friend is hotter or at least a lot plumper, but she doesn't have the same vibe.
It's quiet so I can get away behind the bar for a game of pool. We share a joint and I easily smoke her but it's clear that's not what it's about.
She's staying at the shelter down the road, a story about an ex-boyfriend who threw her out of his house. I hear some gaps, but I choose to ignore them for now.
She doesn't look anything like the boys and girls from "Pater Poels" who normally come here. She's civilized, well-groomed, and she laughs so nicely.
Looking at the way she enters I think itยดs clear she didn't mind our contact yesterday, even though she lost the game of pool, twice.
"Well, I don't have anything to do until they find something for me, and I'm getting a bit tired of those weirdos over there."
I know exactly what's going on there so I understand her, and I'm kind of glad to see her.
Clau didn't come home again last night and then this big new house is pretty lonely. I used to have Stefan a few steps away from me, but I don't know what lives here in this new place.
Somehow I feel rich, everything seems to be going my way. I earn a good living, have enough weed, and have recently become a permanent DJ in the joint where I sometimes hang out, sometimes as in almost every night of the week.
It's only one night a month, but I'm finally in.
I knew I could pull off an eighties night like that, but getting my foot in the door was difficult. Now that I'm in, and part of The Team, I feel great.
And since last week I've also been able to work every Saturday night putting away coats and cleaning glasses. Not as fancy as being the DJ, but if I am going to be there anyway itยดs better to get paid.
I am quite proud, but no one else cares. Stefan doesn't have time, he has to get up at night for work and Claudia feels more absent than ever.
I have more conversations with Little One, who does miss me. And I'll probably even see Cabilah more often. It's like there's less and less Claudia around.
But now she is here, in her long shiny black coat that contrasts sharply with her somewhat wild, half-long blond hair.
She's not full figured, and I'm not fond of almost porn blond... but her laugh is so nice. And tomorrow she'll come for dinner because that's not much at the shelter either.
When I walk home after work I think about tomorrow, not about what I'm going to cook, but about what's going to happen. About what I'm going to let happen.
I notice that I actually assume that Clau won't be there again tomorrow, since this new house I hardly see her and that's not how I expected it to be.
I'm so fed up with it, I can't put a finger on her. Never could, sometimes we have a week or so, but then she's completely off the radar again and I don't know where and with whom.
Of course, I have my suspicions and now that Bas has a collapsed lung she's there for him, but when will she be mine again?
I don't understand what we have, I feel that we're stretching far beyond the normal.
Yes, I realize that whatever she is, she cannot be caught. That you should not want to catch a butterfly, but do I want a butterfly?
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