They called him Eve

He had always loved elizabeth. He would soar as he jumped from the barn window higher and higher then he would swoop down flapping his wings at just the right moment to land gracefully on her backpack and look at me as I walked alongside E. Apologies my name Pharos I’ve been E I mean elizabeth’s friend since my first winter here and she has been a force of nature for every moment I have known her. In fact the first day I met her would set the standard for how much gravity she held. We were young 6 maybe, but her presence boomed with a flare you couldn’t deny. As our parents meet and exchanged pleasantries outside their country home she pulled me away to the snowy lands behind her home to discover adventures yet to be found. Just beyond the tree line as she told a joke about what a green tomato said to a red one she said stopped before the punchline her sun kissed face turned away as she looked for the source of a sound that eluded my hearing yet she knew it was true with all her heart. She moved like lightening with me barely able to keep up to find a barely alive owlet in a nest that had fallen. There was no mother owl in site and E wasted no time scoping him up and taking him home with the quickness of Usain Bolt. Her attention was to the bird she did not ask for the adults help only instead took her mother’s phone and beyond the nature instincts she relied upon to keep him warm she careful cradled him as she researched other method to address needs of the owlet. She had not forgot about me for as I reached the door shortly behind her she sent me on errands for items throughout her house to tend to the owlet. Her decisions were so precise and he vision so clear it was as if we moved in sync. Mind you this was the first time I had ever meet her and as things settled down and she could tell the owlet was stable in her arms she spoke earnest and correct. His name is Eve. I said isn’t that girl’s name. She spoke with no hesitation “It is his name” and from that day forward this snowy white bird, they called him Eve and I did as well. Now flash forward to today. Eve had always stayed in the barn high window that was directly across from E’s second story room. I swear I always felt he would watch her at night till her eye were close. Then he would surveil the area at night. His routine during the day was simple ever since E taught him to fly he would sit in the high window of the barn soar up and swoop down to land on her backpack when we’re about 50 yards away from the house. No matter how many times I saw it each time it seemed more graceful like he was perfecting it so show off for E. One day before one of Eve’s epic arrivals we were walking while sharing earbuds the song truth hurts by Lizzo came on. A man came out of nowhere and almost snatched us, but as he was within an inch of us claws to his face. A gun appeared and one shot fired.

I looked down at my friend in a box and spoke “that man will never see again for as E kicked that gun away after he fired on you. You gracefully descended to the ground then laid on the ground and died. You saved us.” I looked on to E who was stoic, but who was definitely saddened and said “He was good”.