Haasim Mahanaim
The Meaning of Life
Chapter 2 - The Waiting Room vector_matrix@digiverse.net | http://digiverse.net/vectormatrix
Faye sat inside her room aboard the spacevessel, Bebop. She had finished her ritualistic viewing of her childhood home video and was daydreaming about the girl displayed on this monitor. She tried to imagine what kinds of things that girl hoped for in life. Despite the recent recovery of her memories, trivial moments and feelings from her past were difficult to recall in the same way it would be difficult for any other adult to remember certain memories from their youth. However Faye has no reason to realize that she is not expected to remember and this caused her frustration. But instead of being angry, she decided this was a challenge, a challenge to create her own dreams and ambitions. Dreams of a house, with children, and a husband, a lover who would be with her until the end of time. - Because secretly, she believed that she had the power inside her to live forever.
The door to her room slowly cracked open revealing the yellow moody lighting from the corridor of the ship. Spike's silhouette stood in the doorway waiting for Faye to embrace him. Spike was alive because she wanted him, she needed him and her will power was all that was needed to fulfill the happiness she desired in life. But as she climbed out of her bed and approached the man waiting for her, her world ceased to exist, everything went black and she awoke to discover that she was sitting in a chair, in a hospital waiting room. The dream was over. Yet, while making the transition from a dream world to reality, she chose to hold onto to the reality of that dream. For a few brief seconds she tried to convince herself that Spike was really waiting for her somewhere and that he wasn't inside a room slowly slipping away from her. But as memories her dream slowly faded away, she could not ignore the conflicting memories she had experiences in the last few hours. She could not ignore the discussion she had with the doctors as they explained Spike's momentary signs of recovery followed by a regression into the limbo that began this agony in the first place.
Sitting in a chair across the room, was the only friend she had left. - Jet remained stoic as he quietly watched Faye. He watched her eyes swell up with tears. He watched her instinctively turn her face away in what appeared to be pride. He then saw her allowing herself to be vulnerable, simply because she didn't want to feel any other way.
Jet never truly knew how to define his relationship with Spike. But he had always known that he would end up in a situation, sitting in a room not too different from the one he was sitting in. - Patiently waiting to hear a doctor confirm that Spike was in fact a mere mortal whose luck had run out. But unlike the scenarios he had imagined, there was a sense of anxiety he had not expected. - Not because of the state of limbo Spike existed in, but because he didn't want his cocky, wise cracking partner to die.
Similar to Spike and Faye, Jet had his spare of demons haunting his past. But those feelings were not covered up by some sort of macho façade. Instead, it wasn't a façade at all. Jet was one of the few people in the world whose entire personality was conditioned to accept that life sucks. He didn't harbor any anger towards the past nor did her have troubling regrets or emotional baggage of any kind. It was this attitude that allowed him to befriend Spike while showing detachment from the seriousness of Spike's choice to constantly jeopardize his own life. But as he sat in the waiting room hoping for a moment that may never arrive, he that Spike and Faye had made an impression he was not aware until having to confront the possibility of truly losing them. The thought of this caused Jet to realize there would be a void left in their place that would create feelings of regret that he never thought possible.
Looking at Faye, Jet realized that if Spike does not awakening from his limbo she will be forever scarred and he didn't want her to runaway from the only person left who could be considered a friend. He didn't want her to be alone. trying to make sense of the overwhelming anger and sadness that he was starting to experience aswell. He wanted to be a friend to Faye. - The more he thought about it, he realized not much would change. He had no desire making the transition from ideal tough guy to become a an emotional pussycat.
But when she needed him to be a friend the most, he decided that he could take that moment to let some hint of compassion to slip through his macho exterior. He wasn't sure if this would be enough to make Faye stay with him, but he strongly hoped it would be.
Tears began to stream down Faye's cheeks and she felt insecure wondering what Jet could be thinking of her in this state. But after a moment of silence and blank stares, a reassuring sigh escaped Jet's mouth as he slightly nodded his head and attempted a sympathetic smile.
The Meaning of Life
Chapter 2 - The Waiting Room vector_matrix@digiverse.net | http://digiverse.net/vectormatrix
Faye sat inside her room aboard the spacevessel, Bebop. She had finished her ritualistic viewing of her childhood home video and was daydreaming about the girl displayed on this monitor. She tried to imagine what kinds of things that girl hoped for in life. Despite the recent recovery of her memories, trivial moments and feelings from her past were difficult to recall in the same way it would be difficult for any other adult to remember certain memories from their youth. However Faye has no reason to realize that she is not expected to remember and this caused her frustration. But instead of being angry, she decided this was a challenge, a challenge to create her own dreams and ambitions. Dreams of a house, with children, and a husband, a lover who would be with her until the end of time. - Because secretly, she believed that she had the power inside her to live forever.
The door to her room slowly cracked open revealing the yellow moody lighting from the corridor of the ship. Spike's silhouette stood in the doorway waiting for Faye to embrace him. Spike was alive because she wanted him, she needed him and her will power was all that was needed to fulfill the happiness she desired in life. But as she climbed out of her bed and approached the man waiting for her, her world ceased to exist, everything went black and she awoke to discover that she was sitting in a chair, in a hospital waiting room. The dream was over. Yet, while making the transition from a dream world to reality, she chose to hold onto to the reality of that dream. For a few brief seconds she tried to convince herself that Spike was really waiting for her somewhere and that he wasn't inside a room slowly slipping away from her. But as memories her dream slowly faded away, she could not ignore the conflicting memories she had experiences in the last few hours. She could not ignore the discussion she had with the doctors as they explained Spike's momentary signs of recovery followed by a regression into the limbo that began this agony in the first place.
Sitting in a chair across the room, was the only friend she had left. - Jet remained stoic as he quietly watched Faye. He watched her eyes swell up with tears. He watched her instinctively turn her face away in what appeared to be pride. He then saw her allowing herself to be vulnerable, simply because she didn't want to feel any other way.
Jet never truly knew how to define his relationship with Spike. But he had always known that he would end up in a situation, sitting in a room not too different from the one he was sitting in. - Patiently waiting to hear a doctor confirm that Spike was in fact a mere mortal whose luck had run out. But unlike the scenarios he had imagined, there was a sense of anxiety he had not expected. - Not because of the state of limbo Spike existed in, but because he didn't want his cocky, wise cracking partner to die.
Similar to Spike and Faye, Jet had his spare of demons haunting his past. But those feelings were not covered up by some sort of macho façade. Instead, it wasn't a façade at all. Jet was one of the few people in the world whose entire personality was conditioned to accept that life sucks. He didn't harbor any anger towards the past nor did her have troubling regrets or emotional baggage of any kind. It was this attitude that allowed him to befriend Spike while showing detachment from the seriousness of Spike's choice to constantly jeopardize his own life. But as he sat in the waiting room hoping for a moment that may never arrive, he that Spike and Faye had made an impression he was not aware until having to confront the possibility of truly losing them. The thought of this caused Jet to realize there would be a void left in their place that would create feelings of regret that he never thought possible.
Looking at Faye, Jet realized that if Spike does not awakening from his limbo she will be forever scarred and he didn't want her to runaway from the only person left who could be considered a friend. He didn't want her to be alone. trying to make sense of the overwhelming anger and sadness that he was starting to experience aswell. He wanted to be a friend to Faye. - The more he thought about it, he realized not much would change. He had no desire making the transition from ideal tough guy to become a an emotional pussycat.
But when she needed him to be a friend the most, he decided that he could take that moment to let some hint of compassion to slip through his macho exterior. He wasn't sure if this would be enough to make Faye stay with him, but he strongly hoped it would be.
Tears began to stream down Faye's cheeks and she felt insecure wondering what Jet could be thinking of her in this state. But after a moment of silence and blank stares, a reassuring sigh escaped Jet's mouth as he slightly nodded his head and attempted a sympathetic smile.