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Point of View: Tommy Oliver
Broken
He crumbled the letter in his hand, keeping it clenched in a fist so he wouldn't hit something he shouldn't. He didn't understand what she wanted from him. Hadn't he been the perfect boyfriend? He'd always carried her books for her, held open doors, and listened attentively while she chatted about her day? And she'd been there for him too, always willing to help him talk through a problem no matter how long it took. Not just when it was convenient, or good.
They'd had something special, but she decided to break it off.
Nothing would be the same again.
Whole
He curled his fingers around the black gem that lay in the palm of his hand, and felt a stream of power course through him. It was a comforting feeling, yet it also made him uneasy. He hadn't wanted to return to service, yet Mesagog had forced his hand. Now he was stuck playing a game better left to the younger generation.
"Hey Dr O! Doc!"
The veteran Ranger turned around as he heard the kids come galloping down the stairs.
Yet, he had never felt complete when not battling monsters.
It was an addiction he never wanted to break.