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I shot up, eyes flying open as an unborn scream formed on my lips. I panted, sweat dripping down my face. It was raining, that was all. Just like that night... I shook my head, spraying more sweat to my left and right. A large shape stirred to my right- Al can always tell when I have that dream.
"Ed?" He whispered, "Ed? You OK?" It amazed me how that huge suit of his could produce such a quiet whisper- but it wasn't the suit talking. It was his spirit. How could I forget?
"Yeah," I whispered back. "I'll be OK. The rain..." I trailed off, sensing Al nodding on one side of me. He knew how the rain made me twitchy. If we had just listened... I shut that thought out too. Can't dwell on the past...
I gazed out the window at a cloudy day. The rain sprinkled down now, a mere shadow of the torrent it was before. The clouds slowly cleared, revealing it was not long before dawn. It always amazed me how fast the weather could change. One moment, the day seemed more bleak than Hell, and the next it was like Heaven.
A beautiful sunrise began to reveal itself, a light green beginning to line the horizon, looking very out-of-place in the blue expanse. Soon the remaining clouds were painted with a soft, silky purple. The purple soon faded to a vibrant red, followed by a rich orange. Hard on the heels of the orange was a cheery yellow.
The tip of the sun peeked over the horizon just as Al at up. His normally pale, metal sides took on a host of yellows and oranges, shining like the sun itself with light. He turned to me, throwing his "face" into shadow.
"Makes you think of Mom, huh?" He asked quietly, knowing it was a touchy subject. I nodded, feeling my eyes fill. Mom. I looked down at my leg, silently acknowledging the price we paid to dabble where we shouldn't have. I looked back up at the sunset, just thinking of what Mom would say to see this. My eyes filled a little more, and Al seemed to look at me with pity.
I don't care if I'm fifteen or fifty, I still want Mom back- but that's where Reality steps in and uses my face for target practice.
She knew she was going to die. She tried to make us happy while she was with us. And yet we were not happy with what time we had with her- we wanted more. So we touched the stove while it was hot, and we got burned.
We're the closest things to gods there is.
I frowned. Where'd...? Then the visual came. I was standing before an altar to a god with a young woman...Rose! That was her name.
Get too close to the sun, like Cornello claims, and all you'll do is burn up.
Just like we did. When people say "The folly of youth," they really mean it. I thought we could do anything- Al disagreed, but I didn't listen. I should've listened to him. He always knew what we were getting into, and he knew if we could do it or not.
Suddenly, the sun hit me full in the eyes. A soft laugh seemed to echo in my ears.
"Mom...?" I whispered, sure it was she. And the door opened, a young woman stepping in.
Let my life begin. I have too much to do to worry about the past. What is said is done, and I can't change it.
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Tell me what the rain knows
O is this the flood of fortune
That pours itself upon me?
O see how I drown in this sea
-Lyrics by Chris Mosdell
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