I Promise
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain until it's gone.
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I wanted all along.
~ From a program named Smith
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They were gone. . .
The Matrix was reset. The copies were gone, most of them died, some reverted back to their original programs, very little human. The city was rebuilt. There were no signs of the battle that occurred. No remnants of the Virus, Smith. No evidence of his daughter. It was as if they never existed.
Already people were forgetting.
Sati made the sun rise to the new day, for the lost warrior, Neo. The first day of peace began. No one knew if it would last, but that didn't matter now. For now everything was okay. Those lost in the battle were mourned for. The machines had given the bodies of Neo and Trinity to the city of Zion. The machines were even helping rebuild Zion. Soon there was talk of going to the surface. Everyone was healing. Everyone was looking to the future.
In the Real World and Matrix there were graves for the dead. And none for Smith or his daughter.
Morpheus and Niobi were beginning the unplugging plans, and the machines were salvaging more energy sources. There was a new future ahead. One full of hope. One full of love. The war was finally over.
The Oracle sat on a park bench, looking over the city. Sati and Seraph stood next to her.
"Do you think we'll ever see him again?" Sati asked.
"I suppose so, someday." The Oracle replied.
"Did you always know?" Seraph asked.
"Oh, no. No. But I believed. I believed."
Then the sky grew brighter, filling with colors, making peace known.
There was silence, as they stared at the sky.
But laughter broke through the air. The Oracle turned towards the laughs, and smiled. Sati came over, and held the Oracle's hand. Seraph turned his head.
There, in the distance. Father and Daughter played.
Smith laughed as he ran after his daughter. He grabbed her, and lifted her into the air, and swung her. Angel screamed, and grabbed her father's arm, and tried to get out of his grip. He finally let go, and Angel ran for it. Smith chuckled, and walked closely behind.
"What do you see for them?" Seraph asked.
The Oracle smiled at the two.
"I see. . . Happiness. . . I see love." The Oracle finally said.
There was no pain. There was no blood.
They wore no suits, no cloaks, no sunglasses. Simply white, collard shirts, and black pants. They had left everything from the war behind. They too were beginning a new.
They were alive, they were happy.
Angel ran down a small hill, and turned to wait for her father. He waited at the top of the hill though, smiling at her. She smiled and ran back to him. He hugged her, and held her tightly.
They had woken in each other's arms. The light was shining in Smith's eyes, as he turned his head. He thought he was dead, and was too weak to realize what had happened. When he blinked and open his eyes, Angel slept on his chest. At first he didn't say anything, as he slowly got up. Then he saw his daughter. He grabbed her, waking her up.
"Daddy. . ."
"Angel!"
Smith had never felt such an emotion. It was so beautiful, it was so warm. He held his daughter, and wasn't going to let go.
The sun shined in their room, and they had never felt anything so warm.
They had left their things where they awoke. Smith left his still wet jacket, over Angel's cloak.
Now they were there. In the field, far from the city. Far from the battlefield.
And now, Smith spun his daughter in the air in the green field.
There was no need to hold back anything now. There was no threat to Angel or to him. No more fighting. No more battles. There was no use to deny anything anymore. Smith loved his daughter, and she loved him.
They were given new chances at life.
They hadn't really thought about how they survived, at that point it didn't really matter. All that mattered was each other. But really, all the copies that were programs, automatically reverted back to their original selves. Smith only reverted back to his original body. And Angel. Smith had thought about Angel. Maybe it was because they were together at their death. Their codes intertwined, and when Smith's code reverted it brought Angel's with it. Or maybe it was because Angel had evolved beyond all her boundaries. She had experienced more emotion than ever before, and learned more than ever imagined. She had evolved into her own program. So she just reverted back to herself also. But Smith didn't know. He didn't really care. It could have been even because he loved her so much.
Smith threw his Angel into the air, and caught her. They fell to the ground, and laughed. Angel turned to her father's side, and they stared at the beautiful sky.
Their future was unclear for now. All they knew was they would be together. That's all they really needed. Smith planned to stay out of public for a while. Not let anyone see him. They'd only realize who he was. Then maybe he'd live among humans, Angel may make friends. He might even.
"I'm going to need a new name." Smith said.
It was true. He would need a name for this future with the humans.
"I can name you!" Angel yelled sitting up.
Smith looked up at her, still laying on the ground, she smiled at him.
"Let's see. Agent, Adam, Andrew, Andy, uh. . . Angus!" She yelled.
They laughed, and Smith pulled her back down into his arms. He held his daughter tightly. Angel enjoyed the embrace.
There was no pain, there was no blood. No more fighting, no more war. Only love, only joy. Rain did not spoil the sky. Cold was gone, and warmth came. A new day dawned.
"I miss Neo." Angel said, turning up to her father.
Smith stared down at her, his mouth partly opened. He didn't know what to say to her. Then he turned, and stared at the sky. His mouth was slightly open as he thought of Mr. Anderson. He thought of Neo.
"Neo. . ." He started. "I wish I could have known him better."
Angel smiled at her father.
Looking back, Smith should have thanked Neo. Neo freed him. He should have shaken his hand. He should have called him by his name. He should have done all these things.
Then Smith realized something. He turned to his daughter, and rested his chin on the top of her head. He rubbed her arms.
She was his. She had felt so much pain. And no matter how hard he tried, the pain would never go away. That pain would be there. In their memories, damaging the heart. She watched people die. She had shed blood. Nothing could change that. He felt so sorry.
Angel sensed her father's uneasiness. She turned to him gently and slowly. She was unsure what he was thinking about, but she tried to help.
He wasn't going to let her feel any more pain. He was going to protect her. No matter what. No more. No more. They were going to mend their wounds. They were going to heal.
"I promise."
Angel looked up at him, he stared blankly at the ground.
He should have promised her a long time ago. She asked him to promise her. She asked him in his dream. Now he had to.
"Promise what?" Angel asked.
He stared silently for a moment. He was so sorry all this had happened. But now everything was going to be okay.
He slowly turned to look down at her, still in his arms. He stared at her beautiful blue eyes. He was going to keep his promise.
"I promise never to hurt you. I promise to protect you." He said.
Smith grabbed her hand, and stared at her. He started shaking his head.
"No more pain, no more fighting. I promise. I'll give you everything I can. I promise."
"Daddy. . ."
Angel stared at her father, unsure. Then she smiled. She always knew he would do these things. She had no doubt. He was her Daddy.
He grabbed her, and they laid on their sides, facing the sun. "I'm going to do things right this time. I promise you. I promise you everything." He said, rocking her.
"Daddy, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay."
They were together.
They lay on the green grass of the field. The wind slightly blew, and they stared at the sunrise. The sun giving them warmth.
Everything was going to be okay now.
The war was over, and everyone was healing. There was no more pain. Father and Daughter loved each other. Now they were in their rightful places. Finally happy, and in each other's arms. Their lives were to begin a new now.
And all they needed was each other now.
"Angel, you're crying." Smith said, looking down to her.
Angel looked up, tears in her eyes. She smiled at him, as he kissed her. He held her tighter now, unsure of why she was crying.
"I love you Daddy." She said.
Then he realized. Tears of love. . . Tears of joy. . . He wanted to cry now too. He held her tighter, and kissed her again. Everything was going to be okay now. Smith could feel it. There was this inner warmth he never felt before. He stared at his daughter's blue eyes. And he somehow knew everything was going to be better.
"I love you too."
Everything that has a beginning has an end. . .
This is our end.
Not for Angel or Smith. This is merely where we stop. This is where we end. But every end only means there is another beginning. Our end, but their beginning.
They were going to heal,
They were going to feel,
They were going to do so much. . .
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain until it's gone.
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I wanted all along.
~ From a program named Smith
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They were gone. . .
The Matrix was reset. The copies were gone, most of them died, some reverted back to their original programs, very little human. The city was rebuilt. There were no signs of the battle that occurred. No remnants of the Virus, Smith. No evidence of his daughter. It was as if they never existed.
Already people were forgetting.
Sati made the sun rise to the new day, for the lost warrior, Neo. The first day of peace began. No one knew if it would last, but that didn't matter now. For now everything was okay. Those lost in the battle were mourned for. The machines had given the bodies of Neo and Trinity to the city of Zion. The machines were even helping rebuild Zion. Soon there was talk of going to the surface. Everyone was healing. Everyone was looking to the future.
In the Real World and Matrix there were graves for the dead. And none for Smith or his daughter.
Morpheus and Niobi were beginning the unplugging plans, and the machines were salvaging more energy sources. There was a new future ahead. One full of hope. One full of love. The war was finally over.
The Oracle sat on a park bench, looking over the city. Sati and Seraph stood next to her.
"Do you think we'll ever see him again?" Sati asked.
"I suppose so, someday." The Oracle replied.
"Did you always know?" Seraph asked.
"Oh, no. No. But I believed. I believed."
Then the sky grew brighter, filling with colors, making peace known.
There was silence, as they stared at the sky.
But laughter broke through the air. The Oracle turned towards the laughs, and smiled. Sati came over, and held the Oracle's hand. Seraph turned his head.
There, in the distance. Father and Daughter played.
Smith laughed as he ran after his daughter. He grabbed her, and lifted her into the air, and swung her. Angel screamed, and grabbed her father's arm, and tried to get out of his grip. He finally let go, and Angel ran for it. Smith chuckled, and walked closely behind.
"What do you see for them?" Seraph asked.
The Oracle smiled at the two.
"I see. . . Happiness. . . I see love." The Oracle finally said.
There was no pain. There was no blood.
They wore no suits, no cloaks, no sunglasses. Simply white, collard shirts, and black pants. They had left everything from the war behind. They too were beginning a new.
They were alive, they were happy.
Angel ran down a small hill, and turned to wait for her father. He waited at the top of the hill though, smiling at her. She smiled and ran back to him. He hugged her, and held her tightly.
They had woken in each other's arms. The light was shining in Smith's eyes, as he turned his head. He thought he was dead, and was too weak to realize what had happened. When he blinked and open his eyes, Angel slept on his chest. At first he didn't say anything, as he slowly got up. Then he saw his daughter. He grabbed her, waking her up.
"Daddy. . ."
"Angel!"
Smith had never felt such an emotion. It was so beautiful, it was so warm. He held his daughter, and wasn't going to let go.
The sun shined in their room, and they had never felt anything so warm.
They had left their things where they awoke. Smith left his still wet jacket, over Angel's cloak.
Now they were there. In the field, far from the city. Far from the battlefield.
And now, Smith spun his daughter in the air in the green field.
There was no need to hold back anything now. There was no threat to Angel or to him. No more fighting. No more battles. There was no use to deny anything anymore. Smith loved his daughter, and she loved him.
They were given new chances at life.
They hadn't really thought about how they survived, at that point it didn't really matter. All that mattered was each other. But really, all the copies that were programs, automatically reverted back to their original selves. Smith only reverted back to his original body. And Angel. Smith had thought about Angel. Maybe it was because they were together at their death. Their codes intertwined, and when Smith's code reverted it brought Angel's with it. Or maybe it was because Angel had evolved beyond all her boundaries. She had experienced more emotion than ever before, and learned more than ever imagined. She had evolved into her own program. So she just reverted back to herself also. But Smith didn't know. He didn't really care. It could have been even because he loved her so much.
Smith threw his Angel into the air, and caught her. They fell to the ground, and laughed. Angel turned to her father's side, and they stared at the beautiful sky.
Their future was unclear for now. All they knew was they would be together. That's all they really needed. Smith planned to stay out of public for a while. Not let anyone see him. They'd only realize who he was. Then maybe he'd live among humans, Angel may make friends. He might even.
"I'm going to need a new name." Smith said.
It was true. He would need a name for this future with the humans.
"I can name you!" Angel yelled sitting up.
Smith looked up at her, still laying on the ground, she smiled at him.
"Let's see. Agent, Adam, Andrew, Andy, uh. . . Angus!" She yelled.
They laughed, and Smith pulled her back down into his arms. He held his daughter tightly. Angel enjoyed the embrace.
There was no pain, there was no blood. No more fighting, no more war. Only love, only joy. Rain did not spoil the sky. Cold was gone, and warmth came. A new day dawned.
"I miss Neo." Angel said, turning up to her father.
Smith stared down at her, his mouth partly opened. He didn't know what to say to her. Then he turned, and stared at the sky. His mouth was slightly open as he thought of Mr. Anderson. He thought of Neo.
"Neo. . ." He started. "I wish I could have known him better."
Angel smiled at her father.
Looking back, Smith should have thanked Neo. Neo freed him. He should have shaken his hand. He should have called him by his name. He should have done all these things.
Then Smith realized something. He turned to his daughter, and rested his chin on the top of her head. He rubbed her arms.
She was his. She had felt so much pain. And no matter how hard he tried, the pain would never go away. That pain would be there. In their memories, damaging the heart. She watched people die. She had shed blood. Nothing could change that. He felt so sorry.
Angel sensed her father's uneasiness. She turned to him gently and slowly. She was unsure what he was thinking about, but she tried to help.
He wasn't going to let her feel any more pain. He was going to protect her. No matter what. No more. No more. They were going to mend their wounds. They were going to heal.
"I promise."
Angel looked up at him, he stared blankly at the ground.
He should have promised her a long time ago. She asked him to promise her. She asked him in his dream. Now he had to.
"Promise what?" Angel asked.
He stared silently for a moment. He was so sorry all this had happened. But now everything was going to be okay.
He slowly turned to look down at her, still in his arms. He stared at her beautiful blue eyes. He was going to keep his promise.
"I promise never to hurt you. I promise to protect you." He said.
Smith grabbed her hand, and stared at her. He started shaking his head.
"No more pain, no more fighting. I promise. I'll give you everything I can. I promise."
"Daddy. . ."
Angel stared at her father, unsure. Then she smiled. She always knew he would do these things. She had no doubt. He was her Daddy.
He grabbed her, and they laid on their sides, facing the sun. "I'm going to do things right this time. I promise you. I promise you everything." He said, rocking her.
"Daddy, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay."
They were together.
They lay on the green grass of the field. The wind slightly blew, and they stared at the sunrise. The sun giving them warmth.
Everything was going to be okay now.
The war was over, and everyone was healing. There was no more pain. Father and Daughter loved each other. Now they were in their rightful places. Finally happy, and in each other's arms. Their lives were to begin a new now.
And all they needed was each other now.
"Angel, you're crying." Smith said, looking down to her.
Angel looked up, tears in her eyes. She smiled at him, as he kissed her. He held her tighter now, unsure of why she was crying.
"I love you Daddy." She said.
Then he realized. Tears of love. . . Tears of joy. . . He wanted to cry now too. He held her tighter, and kissed her again. Everything was going to be okay now. Smith could feel it. There was this inner warmth he never felt before. He stared at his daughter's blue eyes. And he somehow knew everything was going to be better.
"I love you too."
Everything that has a beginning has an end. . .
This is our end.
Not for Angel or Smith. This is merely where we stop. This is where we end. But every end only means there is another beginning. Our end, but their beginning.
They were going to heal,
They were going to feel,
They were going to do so much. . .