I am a second fiddle. I am Peter Pan's shadow. I am the accomplice, never the mastermind. She is all fire and spark, and I am the wind that feeds her, only blowing hard enough to keep her going, not to snuff her out. I keep her in check when she threatens to burn so brightly she would burn out the entire town. She races through this part of our life, trying to get out as quickly as possible, and I try to just make it through.
She is going to do great things one day. She is going to cure cancer, or be the first woman on Mars, or lead a revolution, and I will just be here. She will be disappointed, and if she ever comes back she will look at what I've done with my life and complain about what I could have been. What we could have done. And then she will be off on her next adventure, stopping back on her way to or from somewhere exotic and totally unlike this rinky dink town.
I hope we will still be friends, even when we are old. I hope she will end up here eventually. I hope we will be the old ladies with blue hair who race their wheelchairs down the halls of the nursing home, and tell scary stories to their grandchildren. I hope that her spark never goes out.
This was a very short, very bad Squaresville fic/reflection. I saw Ester as kind of being dragged behind Zelda, and maybe not wanting to leave their hometown. So that's what I wrote. I want to write more for this awesome series. I hope you enjoy it, and stay square.
(I obviously do not own Squaresville. It's a really good web series, so here is a link thing. user/squaresvilleseries?feature=g-all-u Check it out!)