I bid them farewell sadly; but have an inkling in my heart that it won't be a final goodbye. It's more of an adieu. I can feel my fingers itching to chronicle more of their time together...but when that will be remains a mystery.
But as I step back and observe the story on a whole I feel that boiling it down to one sentence can be very aptly done through Karen O's song "Strange Love" as she sings 'When there's beauty on the inside; the outside there's nothing to change."
So I thank everyone who has shared this time and story with me, I wouldn't have done it without you because a writer's work isn't truly complete until someone enjoys it.
- Helena Cope -
The weeks after which followed the dance were strictly ordinary according to Helena's standards.
But that was the amazing thing.
In all the qualities of life that Helena strove for, this was it. So many people would run around trying to impress, trying to make people notice them. For Helena being the centre of William's world was more than enough.
They would rely on each other and in an environment where they were nearly invisible, that was just fine. There was nothing particularly wrong with meaning the world to one person as long as you both felt that your purpose had been fulfilled.
At least that's how Helena felt and she was positive Will was just as completed by that same philosophy.
And on a typical Wednesday, after their classes were over, William and Helena would make their way to Maple Bakery for one of her favourite events.
A 'Gelato Date'.
While she sat in one of the Bakery's window seats, William would go and get a large cup of the delicious Italian ice cream with two spoons and sit down across from her with a quiet smile.
The treat was tasty but it was the company that made it all worth while.
One half of the cup was filled with banana flavor and the other chocolate. The latter facing Helena of course since it was her newly found favourite food. She was in fact obsessed with anything that had chocolate in it; even making efforts to bake better, new and improved triple chocolate cookies. Her surprising respect for chocolate had made Helena into a good baker and a quality that she was quite pleased with.
In the end, she chalked it up to another thing that William had taught her.
But today, as he slowly ate he gelato and waited for Helena to start before he made conversation, she watched him guiltily.
"Hey Helena...is everything okay?" He finally asked as she seemed to refuse to eat.
"Yeah...I guess." The girl replied, poking her little spoon around until her side of the gelato started to go mushy.
"I thought you never lied." Will said, reaching a hand across to table.
But instead of giving him her hand; Helena pulled out a piece of folded office paper from her bag and placed into Will's outstretched palm.
"What this?" He asked, staring at the white sheet.
"Read it..." Helena said softy, turning her face away and staring blankly out the window. And as William read out loud, Helena felt her heart jolt off and on from the way it wracked her emotions.
"Dear Mr. Cope." He started, realising it was for Helena's father-creator. "We, a the New York Museum of Modern Art are pleased to say we have reviewed your submission to our collection. After reading your passionate letter and examining the material you sent with it we are thoroughly impressed at the artistic engineering and modern thinking approach you have taken in the creation of 'Helena'. We take every effort possible to ensure that our Museum houses the most innovative and unique works of art across the globe. It is with all this in mind that we cordially invite you and your..." William's voice slowly slipped away from him in a tone of disbelief and Helena could only turn to look at him painfully.
"They want you?" He asked with a sudden wave of sadness to his usually unshakable positivity. "They want you in New York?" William said again, as if it would be any less true if he repeated it.
The words that Helena had rehearsed in front of the mirror over and over after Clarence had given her the letter failed Helena horribly as she reached forward and took William's hand; the letter crinkling between their palms.
"I found out this morning. I didn't know how to tell you." She said apologetically, staring down at their wasting cup of ice cream before William reached forward with his other hand and gently lifted her chin. His pain was just as clear to Helena she was sure he could see her own on display. But in front of all that, he forced his lips into a brave smile of acceptance that Helena wanted to kiss away.
"Isn't this what you wanted? What you were made for..." He asked delicately, already knowing the answer.
It took a moment for Helena to reply; she knew that he was right and while she wanted nothing more than to stay in their small, blissful existence there was something more that which she simply could not ignore.
"I don't want to leave you." Helena said, knowing that there wasn't a point in agreeing with something they both already knew.
"Hey, I don't want you to leave either..." Will replied weakly, one of those endearing chuckles passing his lips as he said it. "But what else is there to do? This will...complete you, it's what you've needed all this time." His statement was confident but the end of each word wavered with helplessness.
Helena knew that wasn't true; even though William thought that she needed this to make her feel total.
"No." Helena said in the firmest tone she knew how. "That's not true...it's you I needed. Will. I needed to come to this point into my existence, my life, before I could move onto what Clarence created me for." She explained, more assured of this than anything in her life. "If I hadn't met you...people would have loved and admired me vainly. I never would have been able to return any of it or even understand what it means. Everything would be wasted and for nothing, You taught me how to love and be loved. Without that...I'm nothing more than a pile of gears turning towards no purpose." The smile on Helena's face was understanding and grateful. "All those times people refused me was for me own good. Can't you see? If it hadn't happened, we never would have met." Was all Helena was able to say before Will pulled them both to their feet and boldly kissed Helena in the Bakery.
Maybe it was something that he wouldn't have done on any other day but the combination of realisation and understanding was so potent that he didn't know how to describe himself with words or phrases.
It would take something purely emotional for him to convey the strong feelings of love and pain that Helena's words had evoked in him. He would miss her; life wouldn't be the same until he could find a way for them to be together again.
...But until then he had to seal the moment somehow.
Of course, this was one of those moments between people that was simply understood and as Helena stood there in William's arms she knew that he was telling her so many things at once.
Thankfulness, completion, love, devotion and sadness of parting. Will's heart was on his lips. But most of all there was the knowledge that this was a promise; a bond that she too desired to keep between them.
And so that day Helena Cope and William Auditore's paths were entwined together, no matter how far they were made to part or the distance of time fate forced between them seeing one another again and they sealed it with a kiss.