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[[ Disclaimer: This is purely fictional. I've had many people pass in my life, but this isn't really about any one in particular, from real life. It's written from Agent Wulfieh's point of view, about a fallen comrade from long ago. ]]
...I can feel him near...
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It's been a long time, my friend. I watch the calender now, deeply fearing the impending date of your death. The days seem to slip past me, never quite tangible as I drift from hour to hour, and week to week. Of course, there's a sense of regret, as I lament the loss of our time spent together, but there's also a disturbed sense of joy. It's as if everytime you frustrated me, (because I could never be angry with you, try as I might) and I wished you away forever, was finally fullfilled. That is not where my pleasure in your passing lies, though. I am content now with the fact that you are gone, and satisfied with the memories that I have kept of you. In the end, I am, dare I say, happy, because I had the chance to know you. Amongst the trillions of lifeforms on this strange and hostile planet, you found me, and kept me close, even close enough to peer into your heart. That is where this joy lies. In the sacred fact that I had a chance to experience you. Live you. Breathe you.
...and most importantly...love you.
The world is becoming somehow more green, despite this odd planet's presentation of seasons. The snow felt appropriate long ago, but now, I cherish the early summer winds, and the way they catch my hair, playfully tugging at the strands in the child-like manner you often did to me when I was busy studying something. "Over-concentrating," you called it. Perhaps I did give my work more attention than it deserved. It's all that I've ever had, so naturally, I would allow it to consume me. But, just as I began to drown in a sea of papers, you were always there to pull me out. You were my lifeguard of sorts, bringing color into the monotonous world I'd been inhabiting for so long.
...Still, I wonder...is that really you in the wind? Like you said, just before your passing. I suppose that I'll never know, although, secretly, I'll pretend anyways, whether or not it's the correct thing to do. Feeling like you are still there, in a peculiar way, comforts me, and when the warmth engulfs my flesh, I can remember your embrace.
...I don't want to continue without you, but I promised you that I would remain strong. Still, I haven't been able to bring myself to visit your grave. On the exterior, I am strong, but on the interior, I am still the frightened young female that clenched your hand all throughout the stormy evenings, taking comfort in your reassuring smile as the thunder roared and the lighting danced across the sky.
My Dearest Friend, I will always remember you, and futhermore...
...I will always love you.
-Agent Wulfieh
 Wulfieh · Sun Aug 09, 2009 @ 04:39am · 0 Comments |
