Maybe; When We Meet Again
He lay at the mouth of the flume,
blood blossoming the many bullet holes in his chest.
His breath is staggered,
his eyes unfocused and glazed over.
He is alive, but not for long.
"Bobby", I hear myself gasp out.
He wasn't the one supposed to be shot.
I was.
This wasn't the way it was meant to be.
He doesn't know about Solara.
He doesn't know he can't die,
that in reality he's an angel, only in physical form.
He doesn't know.
It wasn't supposed to be him.
It's all because of me.
"Bobby"
Spader's in shock,
so am I.
We know we can't save him.
We know he's about to die.
So we gather our strength and go to comfort him,
in his last moments of life.
When I see him,
I don't even want to imagine the pain.
And for a moment I was almost glade,
that it was him instead of me.
But then I realize
I'm in just as much pain as he is in.
And I feel twice as guilty instantly.
"Bobby….."
I reached for his hand that is clasped
tightly around his wounds.
I do not want him to feel alone,
for his confusion and pain is just beginning.
Once he reaches Solara,
he will learn it all,
and I don't want him
to feel betrayed.
This isn't the way it was meant to be
I keep telling myself,
but it looks like
this is the way it was going to be."U-U-Uncle Press."
He stammers as pain pierces my heart.
It was my destiny,
not his.
No, maybe it is.
I don't know the future.
No one knows the future.
Maybe,
this was the way he
was supposed to learn
of Solara.
Maybe,
this was the only way
he would accept his postion
as the lead Traveler.
Maybe,
this was the way
he was to learn
how to let go,
Just like any other
mortal.
Maybe,
this was the way
he was to learn
death does not
mean
good-by,
just see you
until we
meet again.
Maybe,
this way
he can learn for his own,
the true meaning
of life.
"It's okay Bobby, we're here."
My voice was strangely calm,
but maybe I was ready.
Ready to let go.
Bobby seemed to know,
for he gave a slight nod of
reassurance.
Maybe,
he was ready too.
Maybe,
this was the way it was meant to be.
At least, for now.
