You know, material sacrifices aren't that major, really. You see, I had
this beautiful necklace I made when I was fourteen. Lydecker got on my tail
and all of a sudden Zack appears and drags me away from that foster home. I
sulk and whinge about that necklace for the three days we're together.
I found out later, only hours after I got out of that foster home, Lydecker had the house - with my foster family inside - blown up. The necklace too. God, I was so upset - a heap of blue plastic beads on a bit of elastic was practically my whole world back then.
Zack was always lecturing me on my material possessions - I used to go on and on if I left behind a shirt I liked or a pair of shoes. I think I was making up for all those years in Manticore where we really had no proper possessions.
Finally, Zack blew up at me. Told me to hold the memories dear, not the actual items. I lost a photo of my best friend? So, you'll always remember everything good about that time. ". . .We are built with superior memories, Jondy, grow up"
This was the nineteen year old boy whose prized possession was a gun. And a leather jacket.
I kinda get it these days. Syl and I used to have these sleep-overs with Brin and Tinga. And I got it. I totally worked it out. Syl didn't need any photos or clothes - she had Krit.
Thinking back, I spent a hell of a lot of time with Zack, before I was nineteen. He was always bailing me out of something.
Ever since he got out of Manticore during the Pulse, he kept track of me - I guess because no one knew where Maxie was.
He never hugged me or anything - never touched me, except that one time when I was fourteen and he slapped me - until I was sixteen. And I was in heat. And I think the rest of the story is kinda self-explanatory.
I didn't understand what Syl and Krit had - not bother to go back for something to remind you how good it had been when you moved on. To have nothing tangible to hold when things got really bad.
Zack and I had our un-relationship, we argued, we fought, we screwed. Then he tracked down Maxie and it all changed. When he looked at me, he wanted to be looking at Maxie. And that hurt, more than anything before.
And then he saved Max's ass and went back to Manticore and I kinda dealt, kinda not. I mean, I didn't have a clue what had happened to him until a few months later, I guessed he and Maxie hooked up. Then an Eyes Only message tells me, Zane, Tinga and Krit to relocate ASAP.
The rest of 2019 was a bit of a blur - Ben getting killed, Tinga's photo turning up on the back of a milk carton. Zack and my fighting hit an all time high - Zane, Krit and Syl were staying with us at that point, and got so worried, they hid the guns we kept.
But he's dead. Maxie got him killed - oh, she has a talent for getting those closest to her killed. I mean, Brin's dead, so is Ben and Tinga. That's why I keep my distance. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger.
And I think when I got the phone call from Krit telling me Zack was MIA, most likely KIA, it took me awhile, but I got it.
I left for California, not taking anything with me - no clothes or anything. Just Zack's car. I didn't take anything, because the best memories I've got are of Zack and I driving across the country together, singing along to the radio.
So, I guess I had what Syl and Krit have with Zack. And I guess I lost it.
*~*~*~*~* Okay, this took me 30 minutes and I was listening to Vanessa Carlton 'A Thousand Miles'. Characters owned by J. Cameron. I hope I captured the whole mood thing. Review, like the fiends you are!
I found out later, only hours after I got out of that foster home, Lydecker had the house - with my foster family inside - blown up. The necklace too. God, I was so upset - a heap of blue plastic beads on a bit of elastic was practically my whole world back then.
Zack was always lecturing me on my material possessions - I used to go on and on if I left behind a shirt I liked or a pair of shoes. I think I was making up for all those years in Manticore where we really had no proper possessions.
Finally, Zack blew up at me. Told me to hold the memories dear, not the actual items. I lost a photo of my best friend? So, you'll always remember everything good about that time. ". . .We are built with superior memories, Jondy, grow up"
This was the nineteen year old boy whose prized possession was a gun. And a leather jacket.
I kinda get it these days. Syl and I used to have these sleep-overs with Brin and Tinga. And I got it. I totally worked it out. Syl didn't need any photos or clothes - she had Krit.
Thinking back, I spent a hell of a lot of time with Zack, before I was nineteen. He was always bailing me out of something.
Ever since he got out of Manticore during the Pulse, he kept track of me - I guess because no one knew where Maxie was.
He never hugged me or anything - never touched me, except that one time when I was fourteen and he slapped me - until I was sixteen. And I was in heat. And I think the rest of the story is kinda self-explanatory.
I didn't understand what Syl and Krit had - not bother to go back for something to remind you how good it had been when you moved on. To have nothing tangible to hold when things got really bad.
Zack and I had our un-relationship, we argued, we fought, we screwed. Then he tracked down Maxie and it all changed. When he looked at me, he wanted to be looking at Maxie. And that hurt, more than anything before.
And then he saved Max's ass and went back to Manticore and I kinda dealt, kinda not. I mean, I didn't have a clue what had happened to him until a few months later, I guessed he and Maxie hooked up. Then an Eyes Only message tells me, Zane, Tinga and Krit to relocate ASAP.
The rest of 2019 was a bit of a blur - Ben getting killed, Tinga's photo turning up on the back of a milk carton. Zack and my fighting hit an all time high - Zane, Krit and Syl were staying with us at that point, and got so worried, they hid the guns we kept.
But he's dead. Maxie got him killed - oh, she has a talent for getting those closest to her killed. I mean, Brin's dead, so is Ben and Tinga. That's why I keep my distance. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger.
And I think when I got the phone call from Krit telling me Zack was MIA, most likely KIA, it took me awhile, but I got it.
I left for California, not taking anything with me - no clothes or anything. Just Zack's car. I didn't take anything, because the best memories I've got are of Zack and I driving across the country together, singing along to the radio.
So, I guess I had what Syl and Krit have with Zack. And I guess I lost it.
*~*~*~*~* Okay, this took me 30 minutes and I was listening to Vanessa Carlton 'A Thousand Miles'. Characters owned by J. Cameron. I hope I captured the whole mood thing. Review, like the fiends you are!