I had originally planned to create a fanfic about what happens after the end of the book 'The Giver', but then decided against it when I saw all the other stories. :D Read and Review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in The Giver whatsoever. sigh
The Giver awoke.
It was very late night, perhaps even early morning, he could not tell. Slowly, silently, he walked towards the bedroom window, and pushed it open. Closing his eyes, he imagined the gentle breeze that he knew would not come, but which he knew had once existed. With a soft sigh, he reopened his eyes, and gazed at the world around him.
Flat, even land surrounded him on all sides, along with the trees and bushes that were colorless to his eyes once more. He felt no sorrow at this, for he'd had his turn to see the beauty of colour, and now it was Jonas' time. A little farther away, the river flowed past, silent as it always was. Houses stood side by side a few blocks away, separated from his.
As The Giver, he had a house that was set apart from the rest, but there were times when he would wish he was like everyone else. Ignorant to the truth, yet still happy. But then he'd attempt to reason with himself, how fortunate he was to be chosen. To know the feeling of love, the feeling of warmth, of snow, wind and so much else. To know that animals once existed, and that people used to live side by side with them, knowing that there was someone else out there to rely on and who cared. At these times, he ignored the fact that if humans had not interfered, he would have known and felt all these things, just like everyone else, and he would not have had to carry the burden of memories that were not his.
But that day, something was different. For reasons unknown, feelings of unease seemed to wrap around him, feelings he could not shake off. Something was changing, he could sense it somehow, and this time it was not through his special abilities as Giver. It was a sense that he believed all people once had, before Sameness. Before there were Givers, and before there were Receivers. Before colour and music were lost to the people. Before feelings, love, was not yet a thing unknown.
"Goodbye."
The Giver lifted his head at the voice that sounded so familiar. It had been no more than a whisper, and yet he could still feel the great sorrow that accompanied it, making the words so much more meaningful. His unease immediately disappeared, to be replaced with mixed feelings of sadness, joy, and hope.
"Goodbye, Jonas." The Giver replied softly, scanning the horizon, as if hoping the boy would suddenly appear. "Good luck."
He knew not why Jonas was leaving weeks earlier than planned, but he knew that whatever the reason, it would have been one that left Jonas no choice on the matter. And with that, The Giver gazed at the horizon one last time, and closed the window.
A/N: I'm actually wondering whether to leave this story as it is, or to continue. I've left the story as 'in-progress' for now, until I decide... So what do you think? Continue?