Take Me to the Moon 6.8
Ewan and Zoe were lost in their memories, transported through the years to younger days.
“You saved my life, all those years ago,” Ewan said. He couldn’t imagine what his life would have been, without Zoe’s buoyancy, without her love.
“Do you remember our first kiss?” she asked. “I do.”
In reply, Ewan took her in his arms again, not lost in the distant past, but savoring this moment. This fleeting, bittersweet moment.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, and led her inside to the gallery where they had first ventured to show their feelings towards each other all those years ago.
He had secretly stashed his guitar there, in an alcove, and he played “My Kind of Day,” again, for Zoe.
“This is my kind of day, one spent with you,” he said.
After all these years, he still made her weak in the knees sometimes, she thought. Zoe’s heart overflowed with gratitude for the days they had together and the love they’d grown together.
When they arrived home, Fearghus was enjoying a funny pink drink that someone had left on the bar. They went straight to the bedroom, where they had plans.
After a while, Ewan came into the kitchen wearing his pajamas, wanting to chat, but fell to the floor.
Hearing the commotion from the bedroom, Zoe was not far behind.
She gasped when she saw him, lying unconscious on the floor.
Fearghus seemed disoriented, in shock, not willing to believe this was actually happening, while Zoe wept.
Late that afternoon, Elsa invited Fearghus over. He told Zoe he didn’t need to leave, he’d just stay there with her. But Zoe encouraged him to go.
Elsa, who had heard the news, met him on the street as soon as he arrived.
She took one look at his face, and his pain spread to her.
Elsa braced him. She knew there were no words. She held him, and this strong man, melted into her arms.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled away and looked into his eyes.
Fearghus looked at her shyly. In this moment, each look, each sensation, each experience of “other,” seemed so monumental and miraculous. Not being alone in this fleeting existence.
He kissed Elsa.
Neither knew what to do or say. Elsa led him inside, where he began to fix food. She kept him company, quietly.
After they ate, he was tired, and needed to be alone. She showed him to a guest bedroom, where he hid under the covers and cried. The pain of the day had eased just enough to let some of it flow.
Eventually, he fell into a dreamless sleep.
During the middle of the night, he woke suddenly as the realization that his father was dead flooded back into his consciousness.
Looking for distraction, he quietly went to the kitchen to clean.
As the sun spread its cheery rays over Elsa’s house, he crept quietly out and headed home.
It was his first time returning home without his dad being there to greet him.
Upstairs, Zoe felt overwhelmed by floods of memories of her own, and the loss of Ewan was sharply painful but too large to comprehend. She visited the different spots in the house that held memories, wanting to relive them, needing to lock in their significance in her heart.
Ewan heard sobs coming from the closet, and knocked softly.
“I didn’t realize you were home,” Zoe said, rubbing her eyes.
As his mom had done so many times for him, Fearghus consoled her.
Then he texted Fiona, and Felicity.
Rest In Peace, Ewan Tesla.
Husband, Father, Artist. Son, Brother, Friend.