Blue-Eyed Saint

The following is a personal account from my old master, Chun about Amy back in 1981.

Chun

“I can’t believe the train is late.” Those were her first words to me. I looked out of the corner of my eye. She might as well have been glowing with a holy light.

“Yes. Yes, it is,” I said. She paced around in place. I turned my head. She looked so small next to me. The curls of her white hair looked like a mess. Her tiny frame trembled. She held her hands up like she was trying to keep them warm.

“Are you okay?” I asked. The girl turned her head. She looked like she had been crying. This girl forced herself to smile.

“Yes. I’m fine,” she said. I heard the desperation in her voice.

“Do you have time?” I asked. She looked down the subway tunnel.

“I guess,” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You look like you’ve been crying.”

“Me? I wasn’t crying!” She wiped away her tears.

“Sure.”

“I wasn’t!”

“I didn’t say that you were.”

She huffed as she looked away. I couldn’t forget her eyes if I tried. Bright and pale blue. Filled with sorrow. I could see her pain.

“What is your story?” I asked.

“Huh?” she asked.

“I’m Chun. And you are?”

She pressed her lips together. “Amy.”

“That’s a lovely name. Nice to meet you.”

She didn’t speak. Amy looked down the train tunnel. She looked ready to run. I tended to make people uneasy. I couldn’t let them lie to themselves.

(This is me here. He doesn’t know how to turn off, does he? So annoying. I’m done here. I’m turning it back over to my mentor.)

We stood waiting. Amy was right. The train was running late. I took it as a sign. Still, I didn’t push it. Amy would have to be the one to talk. Forcing it out of her wouldn’t work.

“Heading to work?” I asked. She turned her head.

“Hm? No.”

“Heading home?”

She nodded once. “You.”

I smiled. “I’m going to work myself.”

“This early?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do?”

“I listen to the confessions of the city.” She looked at me, intrigued. Almost like she didn’t know what to make of me. This was fine. I didn’t push her.

Suddenly, the train finally pulled up. Amy and I boarded without a word. I had already made up my mind.

I was going to save Amy.

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There were so many files on this Amy woman. I don’t know what happened to her yet. I will have to keep reading to find out. That’s going to take me some time.