It was an about eight hours’ trip from Roma to Venezia, appena suffucuente for the two to get a full nights’ rest. Cay could not drowse himself enough to slumber, it was no surprise that he had a lot on his mind. His recent parting with Jenna had been occupying his mind since the incident, and it did not help with Tanya’s departure to Florence.
Cay was not a person of resilience, nor did he have the aptitude to hide his feelings, at least not as good as his friend from England. Judas had taken notice of his unusual behaviour, such as the stare facing the window outside, there was nothing to watch aside from blur lines of passing objects when the train was moving at high speed. He did not want to bother Cay, as from experience the best way was to leave a man alone to deal with whatever problem he has unless help was asked for.
Judas fell asleep as soon as their transport past the third stop, it was just over twelve at midnight. They had been chatting about whether to invest in more time researching about the water transportation at their next destination, apparently that Venezia was not known to have any heavy land vehicles on the island. Should they met any problems regarding travelling in Venezia, they could always rely on their phones.
He did not know when Cay fell asleep. When he woke up an hour prior to intended arrival, the latter was soundlessly asleep, his left temple against the window, brightened by the early sun. He checked around for missing items, they could never be too careful while travelling. His fumbling stirred Cay awoke, who responded with a silent groan, an obvious sign that he had not slept nearly enough (I don’t usually have trouble waking up if I have proper rest, said Cay when they were inside of Stansted Airport.
The number of necessary items carried with them was considered somehow insurmountable, even for minimalist travellers like the two. Judas managed to find all the things belonged to the two, he gave a quick check of Cay’s inventory. Cay had his passport, wallet, and phone inside of his jean pockets, Judas had seen him pulling the three out and back into the holes before.
“Sorry for waking you up.”
“No problem, mate.”, Cay only used the last word when he was irritated at the least.
“Where are we now?”, he added, rubbing his eyes from the lingering sleepiness.
“Padua, the major city before Venice.”, Judas replied, checking his phone for the exact position.
“Oh, that’s good. We’ll be on schedule, then.”
“Yes, but we won’t be able to enter the dorm until one p.m.”, he reminded Cay.
“Yeah, I know that. I planned the whole thing, after all.”, Cay said in an unpatronizing tone.
They set out to find the toilet after walking out from the train, but instead, they had reached the main entrance where the full view of the Chiesa San Simeon Piccolo’s facade could be seen. The sun was still at its’ early rising, hence the dimness of the Grand Canal in front of them. The vintage streetlights were on, reminding any passers-by of the governments' provision of care. The gentle splashing of water could be heard from the stairs of the central station.
They gave up on the hunt for a washroom and set foot down the stairs, passing the streetlights and went across the marble-like arched-bridge on their left. Hoping to find at least some breakfast but is not much of a hurry to take in the scenery surrounding them. Some stars were still visible to the naked eye and the cool air feathered their minds, they were hungry but patient. By twilight’s birth, the sun was rising.
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Jenna never had much of a troubled childhood as compared to her friends in classes. Their parents were either divorced, unhappily married, or had conceived them at an inappropriately young age--- at least these were what her friends told her.
She had all she wanted, waking up to a roof above her head and loving attention from her parents, Kuan and Dylon were her endeared parents, after all. That was probably the reason why she had always been the positive centre of her class during GCSE and A-levels, as well as her time at university. Her radiance of careful confidence had always caught the attention of people, particularly straight men and queer. Although Cay did not take much notice of Jenna at first (they argued several times about the shared kitchen at the halls), her attractiveness eventually permeated through his pride, and sense of judgement.
About a year has passed, as, like any progression of relationships between lovers, Cay and Jenna were in the power struggle phase. He found it annoying that Jenna sometimes could not finish some of the simple tasks such as cleaning the dishes and vacuum their (Cay’s) room; She was bothered by the fact that Cay was not the hardworking type.
The long-accrued frustration between each other was channelled through comparing each other with couples around them and arguments over neglectable errors and jealousy. there was to a point where both had to be exhausted, but their youthfulness did not allow it, hence seeing the two hissing at each other with occasional foul words were common. The others living in the same hall heard but did not confront them, Cay and Jenna took this as a sign of continuation of their daily argument.
However energetic the young couple had been, they were eventually worn down after several fits of explosive shouts and tossing of an object around the room. Thus, space for understanding broadened, their minds freed a little by each other’s constraints. They both embraced the old lover’s warmth newly-acquired from each another. It was not as passionate as the first few months, but a steady growth for more gentle attention that could only be satisfied by each lover.
Jenna surrendered herself to Cay’s languor. She knew that he functioned differently than most of the friends she had, it was the matter of perspective, of appreciating the lesser-known. Cay, in the other hand, found her more attractive than ever as he spent most of his days observing the gestures she unconsciously executed: the pouting of her sweet cherry lips when she was mentally focused, her eyes fluttered coquettishly when her mind was slightly confused.
It had been the appreciation of the trivialities after the discovery of the big picture that made their relationship tolerable. As the two fell into a different but deeper kind of love, there would always be negativity generated alongside their radiance of positivity. These things usually took forms of men or women. Occasionally, the former and queer flirted vaguely with Jenna. Cay was once given a wink from a young waitress while working on his assignment in a café. It was unusual for him to receive this form of attention.
They have endured the so-called temptation and treated them as a mere distraction in their long-term investment for a successful relationship. The two spoke of marriage informally in the later year, fantasized about what it would be like to start a family of their own while laying side-by-side in bed. The thought of marrying Jenna had kept Cay’s tenacity of finishing his degree, which made her proud to see the obvious change within him. Perhaps a lover was what Cay needed to transcend into the next stage of life: A man who would be more precarious about his surroundings, to be more sharpened in his senses.
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