Five years...
I am now nineteen years old. I saw the boy with stars in his hair when I was fourteen. I remember the dream so well. His face, his hair, those eyes like two black holes piercing my very being... And stretched behind him? Two, large wings that looked like the cosmos was painted across them. He made me feel... Strangely safe.
I remember the journey. I remember the fighting, the friends, the laughter. It was all a dream, within another dream. I remember his face... Innocent. I remember the climb up the mountain, the dragon, the flames, the blood, the gate. Screaming, crying. I remember when he stood in the way. His shouts, "Go!". Standing in the gate. His body, his body. Blood, empty eyes, my own screams as my body bolted from my bed, tears pouring down my face...
He was something so far from reality. A very embodiment of the cosmos, there for me to touch. For me to feel. I was something so innocent in front of him.
Five years, and I still remember the way he looked. Five years, and I will never forget his death. Why can't I let him escape my mind? Why do I cling to his memory? He wasn't real.
Just like I cling to Ikedo... How I beg him to stay with me. I know one day, I'll be saying goodbye. One day, he'll be gone from me, and I'll be clinging to the shreds of a memory. And I'm not ready for that.
Ikedo... Please don't go just yet. I feel like I'll drown without you.
That was a very touching entry. I understand how you feel about Ikedo, I too am very attached to a few of my characters.
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