Psychic Junkie by Sarah Lassez

Author:Sarah Lassez
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2006-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

The next day was torture. Every step we took landed us in the perfect setting for a proposal, and soon I was exhausted from looking radiant and memorable. The road to Hana was an almost three-hour drive that wound us through rain forests and scenery that made my breath wedge at every turn; it took us to red sand beaches, black sand beaches, waterfalls, pools, and so many romantic settings that I knew in my heart it was going to happen. That morning I’d considered calling Erlin while Wilhelm was in the shower, but decided maybe in this case a surprise would be good. After all, Wilhelm had put so much work into this trip that spoiling his plans seemed cruel.

After watching him swing on a vine and do an odd impression of a German Tarzan, I found a perfect spot to just sit and relax. To do nothing. For a while I did nothing, just watched my boyfriend swing through the trees. Eventually I mustered the energy to eat some banana bread, which was so delicious I found the energy to eat all the banana bread and then scrounge for crumbs. Full and absolutely content, I leaned back against a black rock and closed my eyes. I felt the sun through the foliage, the slight mist of the waterfall. In the air was the fragrance of the tulip tree’s flaming red blooms, the sweet spice of white ginger, the fresh, clean scent of rainbow eucalyptus. I don’t think I’d ever experienced it before then, but it was the feeling of pure bliss.

When I opened my eyes, Wilhelm was before me, on bended knee.

I sat up, my heart pounding. It was happening! I didn’t know what to do. I tried to conjure my Proposal Face, but suddenly forgot how to look radiant and memorable and so instead simply grinned like a fool and stared expectantly. He was facing me, on both knees actually, which was perhaps some odd German tradition? I waited. Maybe I’d cry. Would I cry? I felt like I might cry.

And then, with a slightly pained look on his face, he put one hand on the back of his hip and slowly got up. What the hell? “What are you doing?”

He raised his right arm above his head in a stretch. “I think I pulled something on that last swing. I was trying to stretch it out. I think it’s okay, don’t worry.”

I stared. “Oh.”

“We should go, though. It’s getting late and I don’t want to drive back in the dark.”

On our return we opted for a different route, one that was surreal in its stark contrast to the scenic road we’d taken earlier. Somehow we’d found the dark side of paradise. The land was barren, black, and foreboding, and I knew without having to be told that there would be no proposal now. Soon we’d fallen into complete silence, as if harboring a fear that the sound of our voices could alert evil beings to our presence.

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