Crabapple Cove, Maine. Year, 1955. Time: I don’t remember.
I haven’t seen him in forever. He didn’t bother leaving a note last time.
“Hawkeye? It’s Trapper. I wanted to see you.” A familiar voice called out after knocking on my front door.
“Oh god, it’s him.” I thought to myself. I got out of bed, still tired after a restless night. I opened the door, and there standing in front of me was a blond blue eyed Trapper. I smiled stupidly.
“May I come in?” Trapper asked, staring at me.
“Oh! Yeah, sure. Come on in.” I said trying to be nonchalant.
“Nice place, Hawkeye.”
“Thanks, I decorated it myself.” I said, smiling. “What in god’s name is he doing here?” I thought.
“I think you’re wondering about what I’m doing here. Well, I had a colleague of yours, Charles Winchester, to be exact. He yelled at me for not leaving you a note.” Trapper said, fidgeting with his hands.
“Actually, I was wondering what you’re doing her-CHARLES TOLD YOU ABOUT ME?!”
“Yes Hawkeye, Charles told me about you.” Trapper said, wide eyed.
“Well, now that that’s out of the way, what brings you here?”
“I wanted to tell you that I did leave you a note.” Trapper said, leaning closer.
“N-no you didn’t, Trap. I searched all over the swamp. No note.”
“Hawk, I did. Frank threw out my stuff. Margaret wrote me a letter stating that.”
“I don’t believe this. Why didn’t you write to me?!”
“Hawk, I was told that you were dead.”
I eased back in my chair, and stared at the man in front of me.
“Trap, I-“ I was cut off by Trapper raising a hand in a pausing way.
“No need to apologize Hawk. I came here to tell you how sorry I am for not double checking, or bothering to do more” Trapper said, moving closer to me.
“Trap, you’re married. Still. Besides, it’s not your fault that once you hear someone’s dead, you don’t bother checking.” I said, frowning.
“Hawk, I’m not married anymore. We got divorced shortly after I came back. And I do have every right to say that not double checking is my fault. “ Trapper said, sincerely.
“Trap, I’m sorry.” I couldn’t say more. I didn’t know what to say. A million thoughts were going through my head.
“Hawk...don’t think. Just...”
“He’s moving in closer. Easy, Hawkeye. You’ll be fine.” I braced myself for the next thing to come.
Our lips collided. All of a sudden every care in the world melted. All thoughts finally stopped. It felt as if we were back in the swamp. It felt like forever ago.
Just as we pulled away, I looked into those blue eyes once more.
“Hawkeye… I missed you.”
“Oh Trapper, I missed you too.”
“Let’s stay like this.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
There we were, sitting on my chair, curled up together. My head on his chest, and him holding me close. Just like old times, but with a twist. And I couldn’t have asked for more.