They stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the stunning Hawaiian vistas. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go surfing?” Alexander asked quietly as he gazed at the caramel colored Creole girl standing next to him.
She wore white shorts that deliberately covered her ass and ended at the knee in a rolled up make shift cuff under a heavy purple sweater top that said “Queen” on the front in white.
He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, his blue eyes stared at her face, the round face with the long angular nose and caramel brown eyes that matched her skin. “I want to see it one last time before I leave,” she replied quietly.
Alex sighed softly as he ran a hand through his dark black hair, gazing out at the vista surrounding Pele mountain. It was mostly dead, covered in erupted Volcano, but there were a few green spots left, places where the lava hadn’t quite reached, leaving behind a half dead half alive appearance that was eery in it’s silence.
Mauna Loa was one of the deadest spots in Hawaii, the death is what gave Hawaii one of the several wonders. A place that had once been teaming with life was suddenly cold and hot at the same time, a place dripping in hot lava in some places, and ice cold in others. A mixture of irony if ever there was one.
“I love it here you know?” Siddha said quietly as she looked up at him…”I don’t mean here, specifically but I love it here, in this place, in Hawaii, with you. It feels safe.” She finished as she settled down on her knees, her palms pressed against the hard cold lava.
“I am going to miss this place most of all,” she decided as if there had been any question. “You don’t have to go back to that place…to them,” Alex said softly as he stared down at her, his hands on his hips.
He’d never understand how one could run from her life without looking back and decide to go back to a place filled with nothing but terror. “When I came here, I was convinced I would stay away from everything, from everyone forever. I decided it was safer. You kind changed that.”
He sighed sliding his hands into his pockets, “so why are you going back to a place that made you so miserable?” Siddha sighed now, standing slowly as she turned to Alex, looked past him to the crest of the mountain, her eyes focused as if she was trying to decide what to say.
“There’s a lot I haven’t told you, if I don’t go back…if I stay here, people will die.” Alex snorted, “well then let me come with you, you don’t have to do this alone,” Siddha sighed softly as she ran a hand through her long hair, braided by a Hawaiian Elder who had been teaching her to meditate. Tiny little things that made pulled at her scalp and forced her to scratch at the roots gently.
“I was thinking about that,” she said rolling a shoulder as she stood, “I didn’t think you’d want to. My world is really complicated.” Alex took a step forward and nodded, “So teach me….Teach me about Krisya Ohana,” Siddha laughed softly.
“You make it sound so easy,” Alex shrugged his shoulders gently, “you said you have six weeks before you have to leave…I might not be able to learn everything, but I bet I could learn enough…Teach me.”
Siddha thought about it for a moment, her eyes meeting his, his earnest kind and loving eyes, eyes of the man who had taken care of her when she’d fallen broken and alone with no where to go. He’d saved her, this white man with the cop’s walk and the gentle soul.
She could do it, she could teach him, show him her world as he had shown her his, or she could go it alone.
“Okay,” she found herself saying, “but the first rule of Krisya Ohana, is that you’re going to have to suspend everything you think about scientific discovery and genetic history.”
Alex chuckled deeply, “is that all?” Siddha shook her head seriously.
“Not even slightly,” she replied staring at him hard.
“Not even slightly,” she said again.