Uncertainty
by Phantasy Star
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Epilogue
It was a dark winter evening. In the most famous music hall of the city, in the middle
of town, a young violinist was performing. She moved her bow along the strings of the
instrument gracefully. Up and down, up and down. Each of the notes she played connected
elegantly to the next, creating a beautiful melody flow.
Somewhere among the large crowd, a young man watched the artist with attentive eyes. He
was dressed in somber attire, and his face was just as dark. He watched the musician
thoughtfully, with a serious, almost grave expression.
As the violinist ended the piece, loud applause sounded, filling the enormous room. The
audience stood up for a standing ovation as the the musician bowed and bowed again.
The concert being over for the night, the people began to file out of the room. The young
man slipped into the crowd and hurried out.
And he walked on to the snow-covered streets.
"Mr. Shields?"
The young man turned around, "Yes?"
"Wow, it's really you," the teenage boy said, "I'm a big fan of your computer games."
The gentleman gave a small smile and a faint nod, "Thank you."
His face looked old, and he was very thin. He did not look at all like his actual age,
which was barely thirty.
"I still remember the first game you made, called 'Uncertainty'," the boy continued,
"But I don't really understand why you gave it that name."
The young man stared into the distance and spoke slowly, "When I programmed the game,
I met someone who changed my life completely. But I had too many doubts back then, and
I could never really grasp my own feelings towards her, so I let her go, thinking it
was best.
"I became a happier, freer person after I had met her. But eventually, I realized that
it wasn't enough to have been with her, I wanted to be with her still. And I missed her
terribly."
He paused.
"What happened?" asked the intrigued boy, "Did you find her?"
The young man looked at him, "I did. But it's different now. So many things are
different now. Like in the game, some things just aren't meant to be, and not everything
works out at the end."
'You said you wouldn't let her go if you had another chance.'
The gentleman bid farewell to the boy and continued down the street.
'I can't. I'm too afraid. Too afraid to even talk to her. I don't know what she wants.'
He approached the crossroad and prepared to cross the street.
'I don't know if she's changed. I don't know if she remembers.'
He waited as a limosine drove by.
'I don't know if it'll be the same. I don't know if she cares.'
Inside was the musician from the concert.
The gentleman stared at her longingly as the car sped away.
The earrings she wore shimmered -- they were shaped like roses.
'I can't...'
He shook his head.
'... Too much uncertainty.'
The End
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Author's Notes:
The sequel is now up, under Uncertainty II.
Thanks for reading!
by Phantasy Star
--------------------
Epilogue
It was a dark winter evening. In the most famous music hall of the city, in the middle
of town, a young violinist was performing. She moved her bow along the strings of the
instrument gracefully. Up and down, up and down. Each of the notes she played connected
elegantly to the next, creating a beautiful melody flow.
Somewhere among the large crowd, a young man watched the artist with attentive eyes. He
was dressed in somber attire, and his face was just as dark. He watched the musician
thoughtfully, with a serious, almost grave expression.
As the violinist ended the piece, loud applause sounded, filling the enormous room. The
audience stood up for a standing ovation as the the musician bowed and bowed again.
The concert being over for the night, the people began to file out of the room. The young
man slipped into the crowd and hurried out.
And he walked on to the snow-covered streets.
"Mr. Shields?"
The young man turned around, "Yes?"
"Wow, it's really you," the teenage boy said, "I'm a big fan of your computer games."
The gentleman gave a small smile and a faint nod, "Thank you."
His face looked old, and he was very thin. He did not look at all like his actual age,
which was barely thirty.
"I still remember the first game you made, called 'Uncertainty'," the boy continued,
"But I don't really understand why you gave it that name."
The young man stared into the distance and spoke slowly, "When I programmed the game,
I met someone who changed my life completely. But I had too many doubts back then, and
I could never really grasp my own feelings towards her, so I let her go, thinking it
was best.
"I became a happier, freer person after I had met her. But eventually, I realized that
it wasn't enough to have been with her, I wanted to be with her still. And I missed her
terribly."
He paused.
"What happened?" asked the intrigued boy, "Did you find her?"
The young man looked at him, "I did. But it's different now. So many things are
different now. Like in the game, some things just aren't meant to be, and not everything
works out at the end."
'You said you wouldn't let her go if you had another chance.'
The gentleman bid farewell to the boy and continued down the street.
'I can't. I'm too afraid. Too afraid to even talk to her. I don't know what she wants.'
He approached the crossroad and prepared to cross the street.
'I don't know if she's changed. I don't know if she remembers.'
He waited as a limosine drove by.
'I don't know if it'll be the same. I don't know if she cares.'
Inside was the musician from the concert.
The gentleman stared at her longingly as the car sped away.
The earrings she wore shimmered -- they were shaped like roses.
'I can't...'
He shook his head.
'... Too much uncertainty.'
The End
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Author's Notes:
The sequel is now up, under Uncertainty II.
Thanks for reading!