Transient
It's dark.
It's so very dark.
And it's cold.
Where am I?, he asks himself.
This isn't entirely unpleasant...
The pain's gone.
All of it.
He looks down at his heart container, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming.
There is no heart container.
Just flesh.
Flesh? Since when is he made out of flesh?
His eyes aren't adjusting to the darkness. It's still pitch black...
Then, why can he see himself?
He hears a voice.
Now there are two voices. Where are they coming from?
He looks around.
Darkness.
The voices are calling to him. They sound familiar.
He wants to follow the voices.
He wants to follow the voices, but he doesn't know where to go.
There's something on his face. He puts a hand on his cheek.
What? It's wet?
He's crying.
He's crying and he didn't even realize it.
The voices are calling his name now.
He doesn't care anymore, screw the darkness, screw the tears; he stumbles forward and suddenly there's light.
It's warm, too.
Where am I?, he asks himself.
This isn't entirely unpleasant...
But the voices are gone.
He looks down once again, and he thinks he's dreaming again because that's the floor of his old room.
Since when are his hands that small?
He opens his mouth, he wants to ask the voices to come back, but his voice is light, far too light.
Warmth.
Strong arms around his small body.
He looks to the side and they're there again, except they're not wooden.
They're real, they're real and they're smiling at him.
They speak again; they tell him they've missed him.
In his far too light voice he says he's missed them, too.
And as he stands there he starts crying again because something's still missing.
Someone's still missing.
As the tears stream down his cheeks he smiles because now he gets it.
You were right in the end.
In the end, even I was transient.
KH -08
