My Mykonos Dream

Chapter 5

Kristy's POV

I made it back to the apartment and couldn't stop pacing the floor, trying to think.
Think! Think!
Who could understand me and help me right now?
His father? But I don't want to worry him with his health on the line and I know where he lives but don't have a phone number.
Who else then?
Theo!
I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed the number begging the Gods for him to pick up or praying that the storm holds out and doesn't take out the cellular lines just yet.
"Hello?" He answers.
"THEO!" I shouted already sounding in a panic.
"Kristy? What's wrong?"
"It's Eros! Eros! He's he..." I feel my lungs starting to clog and my breathing start to hyperventilate.
"Kristy! Calm down! What's wrong?"
"Eros went to Rhodes to bring back a boat for Angelo! Out of nowhere, a storm appeared and it's wiping out everything! I just know...I just know he's not alright Theo!" I break down crying.
"Skatá!" He mumbled in Greek. "Ok, let me call the coast guard by you and I'll call you back!" He said and we ended our call for what felt like hours before my phone was ringing with his name on the screen.
"Theo!" I answered wanted hopeful news.
"Kristy, I'm sorry...there's nothing they can do right now" he says and my heart sinks even further.
"The storm is too powerful to send a search party out. They have to wait until it passes. I gave them my number if there's any update and I'll call you the second I hear anything"
"Ok" I mumble fighting the urge to cry over the phone again.
"I'm in Athens and I can't come over on the ferry until the storm passes either. I can only update from here. I'm sorry" he says heavily.

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I wake up in a delirious fog like I had only just dozed off for a second until I felt the wet tickles of Thad licking my face in an attempt to wake me and feed him.
I had fallen asleep at some point sitting up on the couch looking out the window to the view Eros's apartment had of the Aegean Sea. I look at my phone for any text messages or missed calls from Eros or Theo but my screen was blank except for the time.
5 A.M. and he's still not here when he should've been home in my arms last night. The unforeseen storm had since passed and it left behind in its wake an eerily still sky and sea. Not a single cloud in sight, nor ripple or wave touched the surface of the dark waters as it illuminated the beauty of the sky like a mirror. Lit up with vibrant yellows, purples, and orange hues as the sun was beginning its rise in the sky.

It was a gorgeous skeptical but I hated it. I felt nothing and it scared me. I always felt a pull for Eros when he wasn't near. The force that had been subdued without his presence next to me was always trying to pull me towards him like we were both connected to either end of a rope and we were pulling the other end closer to us. But I felt nothing. And I didn't want to think about what that meant.

Could he be gone?
He can't be...dead? Can he?
He can't leave me here!
He promised! He said nothing could keep him from me!
Nothing...unless a higher power...
This couldn't be fated to happen?
How could God do something like this?
How could he make someone so perfect for me, lead me straight to him only to take him away?
It simply wasn't fair!

Just as I was trying to find my faith in God. To believe in the power of his love, his fate for us...
I wanted him to be real, a person who could stand in front of me that I could touch. To touch and be able to inflict pain on him as he is doing to me right now.

Instead, knowing that not possible, I slumped my defeated dead body back on the couch and felt my eyes grow puffy with the amount of tears I've shed last night that are beginning all over again.
And I felt myself start to talk, but not to myself.
For some unknown reason, during the time that I had given up on God, questioned his reasoning for people's tragic fates, I found myself talking to him.
Praying to him. Pleading with him.

Why? I questioned my own logic...why am I doing this in the moment when I wanted to scream at him, hurt him, curse him, hate him?
And I didn't have an answer. I was going against my own rationale. Letting my heart do the thinking and talking.
Maybe because he was the only one who could hear me. The only one who could understand me. The only one who had the power to bring Eros back to me.

Please God,
Please bring him back to me! Don't take him from me! I need him, I need him so much it hurts. Please!

Finally, I got a call from Theo and he heard from the coast guard they were cleared to start their search for Eros.
Since the storm had gone, I took a cab to his father's house. It had been fifteen hours past the time Eros was supposed to be home and I couldn't wait any longer without telling his family. Costas and Nafsika sat in the study with me as I had to fill both of them in on the devastating news.
"Kristy, agapimeni mou, you have to have faith he'll be alright. That God will help them find him and bring him home" Costas said to me clutching my hand as I couldn't hold back the tears from gushing again.
"I tried. I prayed" I cried out.
"I felt it! I knew something bad would happen! If God loves us, how could he do something like this?"
"We don't have those answers, my dear. Some people are placed on this earth for a purpose and once it's fulfilled it's just their time" he says with a sigh and I know he feels just grave as I do thinking of the loves he's lost.
He once had parents who aren't on this earth anymore. The love of his life, his wife and mother to his children was taken too young, and now possibly his son too!
"Eros and I...we have this feeling..." I tried to explain in a way his father would understand.
"Like a force that draws us together. We've both felt it since the day we met. I'm meant to be with him! I just know it!" I said to Costas, not that I didn't know it before but it's even more clear to me now how powerful our love is.
"My purpose is to love him! And I've only just started! This can't be the end" I say and I say it with a ferociousness like I'm knocking down the doors of death, forbidding them to take my Eros from me.
Costas simply smiled at me before turning to Nafsika and saying something in Greek.
"Tóra katalavaíneis?" He says and she silently nods her head before Costas turns back to me.
"Then you need to believe in that path and trust in God he will fulfill your fate"

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Translations:

"Skatá!" Shit!
"Tóra katalavaíneis?" Now do you understand?