AN: I don't own anything ... for now it's not giving much away but I want to continue it :) we'll see what happens the next few weeks are a little busy with finals but the idea's are there I just have to write it down on paper. It's kind of been inspired by my friend talking about the bushfires that happened in Australia last year and the scar's that his friends have had to bear since, inside and out. I guess talking to him and reading a poem by Sylvia Plath kinda brought it about. We'll see how it all goes yeah :) I hope you enjoy, so let me know what you think ... this will probably show another side to CDC we don't see very often. Take care and keep safe no matter where you are in the world.
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Bittersweet Design
~ They say that beauty comes from within the heart, from deep within the soul. But that's only what they say ... as he would find out, the world isn't always kind to beauty ... not unless it can be outwardly seen. ~
He stared thoughtfully into the mirror. A hero some called him, but inside he felt like a hero's cur. The world he had known was over, now he was just 'one'.
'One' to be forgotten.
'One' to stand alone.
'One' in a world of 6 billion others.
A face. No longer would he stand out in crowds for being who he was, nor would his face ever blend in, forgotten, diminished to just another. He was now different. Starkly different, and he wore it with a shame of what had come.
He would never regret what he had done. But he could not feign to lie. He could never regret his actions, but he did regret the consequences.
He had given another a chance to live.
In it, he had lost all he had ever lived for.
The scars rippled across his face in a reflection of bitter design. The anger of where the flames had kissed his skin, imprinted for all eternity. This was not the person he was. This was not who he thought he would become. Shame filled his emptiness, as he turned away from his reflection. The mirror's truth to real and much to bear.
Tears of bittersweet anguish followed the contours of his skin. He had lived. Happiness should have overcome his heart, but instead he mourned. He mourned the past. He mourned the ideologies of the future he had once conceived. Destroyed and gone, he mourned the loss of his childhood dreams, his plans and his life.
The world for CDC was gone.
The world for Chad Dylan Cooper had changed.
And the world where the truth behind two would become one was only just being born.
Caught up in the relams of the past, fallen to the mercies of the present, no one knew what the future would hold, but as they say, ... you can only reach you're lowest of lows once. From there on in, theres only one way to go ... and thats up.