At Long Last [Dee]

At Long Last [Dee] Jan 26, 2017 1:09:12 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jan 26, 2017 1:09:12 GMT -5

I had promised to myself that I would wait him, even if it took however many years for him to die of old age. I would watch new generations of tributes—was that a Rhodes?—and although I had talked to a few, I never stopped waiting. With the constant flow of new people, I had lost count after the second or third year, unsure if it was days or months that sped past me. All that mattered was the promised I had made, the chance to finally tell him how sorry I was for striking him.

But it really was a beautiful place. Everything around me was beautiful, but what made it perfect was the calming effect it had on my soul. No longer did I have panic attacks; no longer was I haunted by my mother. Perhaps I should have sought after her during my time waiting but I was scared, scared of missing him when his time came and scared of facing the truth. Little did I know how soon one of those would come to me, perhaps the one I preferred to confront first.

There was no wind and yet a voice seemed to carry in the air until it reached me. How odd. It sounds like my name? A part of me, in the very back of my mind, knew how ridiculous it was to try to follow the voice when really it could have come from any direction, yet my feet knew something I did not as I started running. A male voice—but who would try to look for me? The next shout sounded closer and the voice started to sound a little familiar. In my days alone, I had always imagined that I would approach the situation with hesitation, but my feet flew faster than ever as my brain registered who it was and what it meant.

And there he stood on the sea of green, turning every which way as if he was searching for something, searching for me. It was his voice that I heard, his shout that drew me toward him. My feet slowed but my enthusiasm only rose as I saw him again, my friend. It didn’t matter that the last time I had seen him, we had been fighting each other to death; all that matter was that I was reunited with him. It didn’t take long for me to reach him as I threw my arms around him and held him for what felt like a whole era.

When I broke from our embrace, it was then that I noticed how young he was. His features had changed as they typically did with maturity but there is definitely something different, but he was not as old as I had hoped. He didn’t even look middle aged. My heart dropped as I realized that I was reuniting with my friend after only so few years, taken away from his earth home prematurely. But he was also here and there was so much to catch up on.

“Harb… I didn’t think I was going to see you for years,” I said slowly, trying to remember my voice. But my sadness was replaced with joy and a smile as I grabbed his hand. “You have to tell me about everything. What happened after the Games? Did you get married? Do you have children?” And there were so many more questions I wanted to ask. My one solace was that now, we had eternity.

Table credit to Anzie