It's funny how life has a way of drawing parallels to our fav anime, even if it's in ways we never thought of before. This work is inspired from recent events in my own. Naturally comments welcome, thanks for reading
Lost time
I screamed with all the depth and force I could muster. His words ringing in my ears cut short as his life was brutally ended long before its natural time. Now the only way he can live on is through me and the memories of him. Memories I shall carry to my own cold desolate grave.
My father was the ruler of orb, a leader of people, spokesmen of peace and prosperity for all mankind. Yet I never saw him that way, to me he was simply the chaser in our games of tag, the wiper of tears from my face, he was my dad.
God knows as I grew up we had our arguments, rarely saw eye to eye on any issue and yet he never gave up on me. Oh how petty those arguments seem now, what a waste of time it was. It is time I will never again have with him, lost time gone forever.
Even to his dying moment he was trying to help me grow up and move forward with life…..life oh how he cherished it and his only wish was for mine to continue in peace and happiness. He left me with a legacy, and a secret he would never have told me other wise.
I have a brother….I can't believe it and this whole time he has been a friend and more to me, his name is kira. I can't believe it my world is spinning out of control and there are just so few things to latch onto to keep me grounded.
Perhaps this was the hard lesson he tried so desperately tried to prepare me for. That life is a cruel spiteful creature that stalks you waiting for you to let your guard down so it can pounce and knock down all you know, loved, and worked for.
No, no, no, I can't believe that. I know he didn't believe that life was cruel; rather he knew the ugly truth was that people are cruel and make life miserable for others. So how should I feel? Should I just be seething at everyone? The ones I feel are responsible for his death?
No it wasn't for some time later it hit me, looking at a sight of pure joy and innocents that made me know what I needed to do. I walked into the mess hall and found kira and athrun talking, smiling, and laughing together. They had a glow about them and it was the first time in ages I had seen either of them look truly happy even if was just a moment.
It was that moment I realized to make my fathers death have any meaning, any purpose at all I needed to help end this war. I had to end this blood shed for my friends, my family, and the rest of the world so no one else would ever have endure that same pain of loss. I had to be strong, I have to be a leader, and I have to make the out come of this war my personal responsibility.
No one can help my heart heal; no one can make it all better. But I can with the help of those I love, take the lessons he lived by and tried teach to me and pass it on to others one person at a time.
I now understand that I must move on with my life, which what he wanted for me. I know that I will see my father again in another place and time, a place where time can never again be lost.
I hope you enjoyed this short fic about cagalli and her father. Feel free to comment