June 4th, 1946
We are back to traveling again.
I think it must have been obvious as we bid farewell to the
people of the tiny city, that I was not keen on leaving. Cyrus and I were silent with each other for a
time until eventually I turned to him and stated something I did not know was
weighing as heavily upon me as it was.
I expressed my desire to settle somewhere. I told him that staying in that city made me
realize how good it felt to simply have a stationary ‘home’ to return to and
that even if it was for a short time, I felt like there I could be the doctor I
had always dreamed of being. My life has
corrupted my purpose and instead of helping people and healing them, I have ended up
hurting them. I want to bandage wounds
and lower fevers.
Cyrus didn’t look a bit surprised by my declaration. He listened to me with a serious expression
and then he kissed me, long, warm and passionately. He held me close and stroked my hair before
whispering in my ear that we would make for Egypt. He said he knew someone there that would
probably rent us a place, no questions asked, and that there were plenty of
people to treat, as well as plenty of cases to work.
I had been fully-prepared for some kind of protest about how
people like us could not enter into domesticity, either because of the nature
of our relationship, or because he is a vampire.
I was struck dumb to hear him be so collected and have a plan for just
this occasion.
My heart did flips in my chest, my head felt light, and my
vision swam with unshed tears. I didn’t
know what to say, so instead I simply pressed my forehead into my beloved
Cyrus’ shoulder and let his strong arms hold me.
The idea that the two of us are going to live together again
like we did in the log cabin has me as excited as a child in a candy store. I replay those times in my mind and think of
all the things I could have done differently.
Here is my chance. This time we
will be together without my pride, my drinking, or my poor self-esteem getting
in the way.
I’m going to have a job as a physician and Cyrus will be
working supernatural cases. We will
sleep together and make love in a real bed.
We can have dinners together and talk of our day, like any other couple. It’s almost like a dream.
I have spoken before about how there are things that couples
take for granted. These simple luxuries
that can be afforded most anyone who marries are more akin to little miracles for
me. I could spend all eve gushing about
the prospects that are ahead of us, but I think I will close out for now.
Until next time, Journal.
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