Against All Odds:1
THANK YOU FRAILTY
I love you she
whispered into the night air as she watched the dark figure disappear. She watched him leave with his head
low. He had been through so much, and
she had seen it all.
The
war had been hard, and many lost. The
rebels had won of course, but tragedy still reeked in the air. He had lost so much. In the war he had been strong for all those
who depended on him. Even as he watched
her fall he had been strong. He knew he
had to let it happen, but he didn't want it to. He watched her small figure slump to the ground, and the infected
sprite lay cold and peaceful. He had
cried no tears for he had lost her long ago when the war began, and she was so
heroic, so heroic she had used it all up, and fell into the other side, and
became a virus. Then he cried. But there was another he had hoped he could
turn to for comfort. She had met him in
the web, and comforted him. It was hard
to explain, but when he felt hopeless there she was feeling hopeless too, so
they helped each other. A bond like that
had to grow, and it did. And as he left
he broke that bond, or so he thought.
But no, she stayed with him, and talked to him at night when no one
knew. But now she too was silent.
She
stood watching him leave into the night wishing he knew it was her. Her mind trying to comprehend all that he
must have felt and seen. It was all so
confusing. All of it flowing into her
mind at once now.
But
now she was quiet. She needed a place
to stay. Slowly making her way through
the streets she found a small ally that would do nicely. She saw her reflection in a piece of broken
mirror. Her wavy black hair fell about
her shoulders, and her green eyes shown bright. Her face was strong, and her
body slim. She hid behind this
image. She had changed her look so she
could hide from who she was. She really
had blond wavy hair, her face was soft, and she wasn't skinny. Not fat, but curvy. But the green eyes were hers. They were the one thing she would never
change.
Now
she lay down preparing for the long night ahead, and she prepared herself for
the sore morning ahead. Then his voice
came out of the darkness. " Hey, is this where you're sleeping? I knew you were a hooker, but I thought you
at least had a place to stay. You
really do need money then. I thought
you did. You seemed to nice to enjoy
that kind of work."
Her
voice failed her. She loved his caring
nature. She wished she could tell him
it was her, but she was too ashamed to.
She watched him look her up and down waiting for her to say something. Finally when it seemed clear that she
wouldn't speak he offered a few words. "You want to stay at my place
tonight? No work involved of course."
He said laughing a tiered laugh. "I
wouldn't mind the company, and I have an extra bed. I really don't want someone your age out here at night by her
self. How old are you by the way?"
"1.5"
"Wow that's pretty young for your
line of work. Come on, I'll take you
home."
"Thank you" was all she could
manage to whisper.
So Bob had found a friend, and the
girl had found him once again although he had no idea she was so close.
