A/N Anyways, I apologize for not being on for so long. It's just that I've been quite busy with my life, and I'm still planning out the course I should take with my trilogy. So, as a side project, I'll give you this short story! Any K/R haters might not want to read this book, but it is up to you. =)
It's this dream again. This same dream that I have to go through everyday. At times I yearn to experience this memory again and again, and at times I fear it like it was a demon sent to torture me. Regardless of my wishes, this dream continues to haunt me, day after day. It is not because the nature of the dream is horrifying, but whenever I am forced to go through it again, it is as if a spear has been thrust into my heart. Although this event took place long ago, the memory remains ever clear to me....
I was in a school, and it was recess. Being quite lonely during my first day, I vowed to make new friends, and chose to do so by enticing them with a game of catch. Feeling confident in my decision, I picked up a red rubber ball and walked around the playground, searching for any candidates that would be willing to play with me.
It is then that I saw something odd. Sitting beside an Oak tree is a pig-tailed girl. The first thing that catches my attention is her fiery red hair, and then I notice that her face is holding an expression of sadness. Her emerald eyes are glistening with tears, threatening to break out at any moment. Seeing this, I trot over to her. The girl looks up in surprise, and tilts her head.
What came next was the creation of a durable friendship, which would last for years to come. Unbeknownst to me, the future of my life would be heavily influenced by this girl. The very same girl who would brighten my life, and many others across the world. The same girl who would stand up to any challenge and do what she knew was right despite the consequences. Her name? Kim Possible.
I would always give a small smile whenever I recalled that, but the tragedy was right after our destined encounter. The small segment of my childhood with Kim, the part that kept me going even in times of sadness and anger. The history of our lives forgotten by everyone except me.
Three days had passed since our meeting. Kim and I were playing in the sandbox, pretending that we were creating a whole new city where we ruled as King and Queen. Kim was trying to build a mountain while I was just sifting through the sand, looking for any rocks we could use as decoration. Suddenly, from the depths of the hole I had been digging in, a glimmer of bright light caught my attention, and I dug deeper.
Encased in the sand were two metal rings, both identical in size and shape. There was nothing special or attractive about them. They were merely metal bands that were manipulated into a circle. However, these two rings would soon play a bigger role. Not sure of what these rings were for, I brought them to Kim, and she told me that they were probably wedding rings. I still remember what she said during that day......
"Ooh, wedding rings!" Kim exclaimed.
"A what?" I replied.
"Well, when two people like one another, they promise to be with each other forever and ever. These rings prove that they like each other! Get it?"
I thought for a moment, then asked, "Gee, why would someone need these things? They don't look very important."
Kim shook her head, then said, "They are important! I mean, you see this in TV shows all the time! The people in the shows alwas promise something over this!"
"Is that really true?"
"Of course it is! How about we try one?"
"W-what? A promise?"
"Yeah! I mean, you're weird, but I like you."
"Well......sure....."
"Alright, we'll both have to make up a promise."
We both sat in thought for a minute, then we finally decided on one. To be honest, I was a bit embarrassed in saying something like this. Blame my inexperience.
"I promise, that no matter what happens tomorrow, next year, or even the next ten years, that I will remain by your side. Even if I am sick, nothing will separate us until death."
Then, the dream fades out, and I am left in darkness. I knew then, that my time for slumber was coming to an end, and my stay in the happy reserves of my memory would give way to the harsh reality I faced. The suffocating darkness gradually morphs into something recognizable. I am slowing awakening, and I hate what I see.
I was in a hospital bed, and I could tell that my body was dying. Seems like death came even though the promise was broken.
