Men Don't Change
Kohari: That's not fair. You guys updated too quick for me! I would've written this yesterday, but...I didn't feel like it. And I probably won't be able to update again until 7/28. Sorry. Anyway, I don't own Beyblade, so if you try to sue me, I will personally -
Kai: --puts hand over her mouth--
Kohari: --muffled words--
Kai: I'm the only one that can threaten anyone around here. Got it?
Kohari: --nods--
Chapter 11
Tyson stood on the bridge once again. If he was going to die, what better place than here? It was his favorite place in the world, surrounded by the water that had calmed him so many times, and by memories. He put one foot up on the rail, using it to lift himself up onto the concrete barrier that prevented people from falling off. For once, Tyson wanted to fall.
He had left a note in his room. No one had been at the dojo; they were all doing their own thing. Max, Hilary, and, he thought, Kai had gone to the mall, and Ray wanted to check up on costs to send something back home, and then meet them there.
He couldn't remember what the letter had said, but he wasn't about to go and refresh his memory. This may be the only chance he had with this. When the guys (and Hilary) got home that night, they would search for him, finding nothing but his last words on paper. The note was placed on his neatly placed pillow, which was on top of a bed that had actually been made that morning. Yes, Tyson had made his bed for once. And cleaned his room. Everything had to be perfect for when he...left.
The wind whipped his unzipped jacket around behind him, his hair that had managed to escape the confines of his hat following suit. The breeze threatened to toss the cap into the sunset (yeah, it was sunset. Sorry to leave that out), but he didn't care anymore. About anything.
His toed balanced along the edge of the wall (?), but he wasn't ready for them to slip. He wanted to make a wish before he threw himself into the gorgeous, multi-colored river and at the mercy of God.
'Lord,' he thought, hoping God was listening, which the preachers had always said He was. 'I just want to say...I'm sorry. I've been a jerk all my life. And I love Hilary. This is my last prayer. You know what I'm going to do. Suicide is a coward's way out, but I guess...I am sort of a coward. It's not right for me to take my own life, but I deserve Hell. That's what I've put both her and Kai through here on Earth. I understand if you don't want me in Heaven. But grant me one last thing...'
Tyson tossed his hat down into the water. Glancing around, he saw no one. He threw his jacket down on the ground. Either way, when someone found one of these items, or both, they'd know. He didn't want them to blame anyone for his death but himself.
Brown eyes (am I right in this color? You'll see in a moment), under the bridge, hidden from Tyson's own, gazed on. Fearing for the worst.
Tyson's hand wandered to a necklace. When had it gotten there? Why was even wearing one? He pulled it over his head and began to examine it. It was a locket? Before he had asked Hilary out, they had bought two necklaces. One went to each. It was a symbol of their friendship. That they'd always be there for each other.
He snapped it open. Inside was a single picture. Hilary was in a tree, on a low branch, just above and beside Tyson's head, who was standing on the ground. They were waving at the camera.
He closed it. Tears started to fall. 'I'm sorry. I wasn't there for you. And I won't be now.'
He grasped it in his palm tightly, and dropped it just over the water, not watching it. He didn't hear it hit the water, or see any ripples. As it fell, someone's hand shot out, and caught it just before it hit the waves. And that someone climbed the hill, and was standing at the end of the bridge, unnoticed by a certain blader.
"I love you, Hil. And I'm sorry. I wasn't there, I wasn't understanding, and I was a jerk. It's okay, now. You don't have to put up with me any longer." He looked out at the sun sinking down. "Please be happy."
His arms fanned out from his sides, and he closed his eyes. He was ready to jump. 'Please forgive me.' Just as he was about to allow his weight to swing over the edge of the wall, a voice stopped him.
"Tyson! Don't!"
He waved his arms, trying to regain balance. He succeeded. Who had stopped him from doing what he thought everyone wanted? He looked over at the mystery person.
"Hilary?"
She ran over to him, pulling him down from the rail. He didn't resist, but he was stunned, and didn't help, either. She brushed him off (I dunno why), and retrieved his jacket for him, putting it on for him. He just watched, saying nothing. He was sort of paralyzed. He could only speak when she was done.
"Why?"
She stared at him confusedly.
"Why save me? I thought you hated me."
"I told you I didn't hate you." She looked a little surprised.
"But you don't love me, either." He was saying all this blankly, as though he wasn't the one saying it. As though he were wrapped up inside himself and was on auto-pilot.
"True. I don't. Not in the way you want me to." She couldn't deny it. "But that's no reason to kill yourself, Tyson. We're your friends. We love you as a friend." She held out the locket to him. He took it in his hands, clinging to it like he would never let go. They were kneeling on the bridge. Somehow they couldn't find the strength to stand.
"Friends," he repeated. That word meant so much to him. Friendship had gotten him through everything life had put him through. Maybe there was something worth living for, if not love: Friendship. And he thanked God that he had seen it before he threw his life away. Thanked God for his friends. He hadn't found them. The Lord had given them to him.
"I think it's time to go home," Hilary broke through his thoughts. The sun was setting fast, and the sky, once a bright pink mingling with a golden orange, was now transforming into a deep blue. "You need some rest." She stood up.
He stood as well. She began to walk off, going to Kai's mansion. The two destinations were in two opposite directions. He hesitated.
Just before she was out of earshot, he called out to her, "Hey, Hilary!" His smile was back. And its radiance lit up even the fast-darkening sky.
She turned around.
"Thanks!" He yelled, waving. "You're a great friend!" And they went home.
'Friends.'
Kohari: Woohoo! It's done! This chapter anyway. I think this is a great ending to the whole story, though. I could always make a sequel, right? Anyway, review it for me. And I know. I said I'd up the rating. I decided not to. But...Byes!
Kohari: That's not fair. You guys updated too quick for me! I would've written this yesterday, but...I didn't feel like it. And I probably won't be able to update again until 7/28. Sorry. Anyway, I don't own Beyblade, so if you try to sue me, I will personally -
Kai: --puts hand over her mouth--
Kohari: --muffled words--
Kai: I'm the only one that can threaten anyone around here. Got it?
Kohari: --nods--
Chapter 11
Tyson stood on the bridge once again. If he was going to die, what better place than here? It was his favorite place in the world, surrounded by the water that had calmed him so many times, and by memories. He put one foot up on the rail, using it to lift himself up onto the concrete barrier that prevented people from falling off. For once, Tyson wanted to fall.
He had left a note in his room. No one had been at the dojo; they were all doing their own thing. Max, Hilary, and, he thought, Kai had gone to the mall, and Ray wanted to check up on costs to send something back home, and then meet them there.
He couldn't remember what the letter had said, but he wasn't about to go and refresh his memory. This may be the only chance he had with this. When the guys (and Hilary) got home that night, they would search for him, finding nothing but his last words on paper. The note was placed on his neatly placed pillow, which was on top of a bed that had actually been made that morning. Yes, Tyson had made his bed for once. And cleaned his room. Everything had to be perfect for when he...left.
The wind whipped his unzipped jacket around behind him, his hair that had managed to escape the confines of his hat following suit. The breeze threatened to toss the cap into the sunset (yeah, it was sunset. Sorry to leave that out), but he didn't care anymore. About anything.
His toed balanced along the edge of the wall (?), but he wasn't ready for them to slip. He wanted to make a wish before he threw himself into the gorgeous, multi-colored river and at the mercy of God.
'Lord,' he thought, hoping God was listening, which the preachers had always said He was. 'I just want to say...I'm sorry. I've been a jerk all my life. And I love Hilary. This is my last prayer. You know what I'm going to do. Suicide is a coward's way out, but I guess...I am sort of a coward. It's not right for me to take my own life, but I deserve Hell. That's what I've put both her and Kai through here on Earth. I understand if you don't want me in Heaven. But grant me one last thing...'
Tyson tossed his hat down into the water. Glancing around, he saw no one. He threw his jacket down on the ground. Either way, when someone found one of these items, or both, they'd know. He didn't want them to blame anyone for his death but himself.
Brown eyes (am I right in this color? You'll see in a moment), under the bridge, hidden from Tyson's own, gazed on. Fearing for the worst.
Tyson's hand wandered to a necklace. When had it gotten there? Why was even wearing one? He pulled it over his head and began to examine it. It was a locket? Before he had asked Hilary out, they had bought two necklaces. One went to each. It was a symbol of their friendship. That they'd always be there for each other.
He snapped it open. Inside was a single picture. Hilary was in a tree, on a low branch, just above and beside Tyson's head, who was standing on the ground. They were waving at the camera.
He closed it. Tears started to fall. 'I'm sorry. I wasn't there for you. And I won't be now.'
He grasped it in his palm tightly, and dropped it just over the water, not watching it. He didn't hear it hit the water, or see any ripples. As it fell, someone's hand shot out, and caught it just before it hit the waves. And that someone climbed the hill, and was standing at the end of the bridge, unnoticed by a certain blader.
"I love you, Hil. And I'm sorry. I wasn't there, I wasn't understanding, and I was a jerk. It's okay, now. You don't have to put up with me any longer." He looked out at the sun sinking down. "Please be happy."
His arms fanned out from his sides, and he closed his eyes. He was ready to jump. 'Please forgive me.' Just as he was about to allow his weight to swing over the edge of the wall, a voice stopped him.
"Tyson! Don't!"
He waved his arms, trying to regain balance. He succeeded. Who had stopped him from doing what he thought everyone wanted? He looked over at the mystery person.
"Hilary?"
She ran over to him, pulling him down from the rail. He didn't resist, but he was stunned, and didn't help, either. She brushed him off (I dunno why), and retrieved his jacket for him, putting it on for him. He just watched, saying nothing. He was sort of paralyzed. He could only speak when she was done.
"Why?"
She stared at him confusedly.
"Why save me? I thought you hated me."
"I told you I didn't hate you." She looked a little surprised.
"But you don't love me, either." He was saying all this blankly, as though he wasn't the one saying it. As though he were wrapped up inside himself and was on auto-pilot.
"True. I don't. Not in the way you want me to." She couldn't deny it. "But that's no reason to kill yourself, Tyson. We're your friends. We love you as a friend." She held out the locket to him. He took it in his hands, clinging to it like he would never let go. They were kneeling on the bridge. Somehow they couldn't find the strength to stand.
"Friends," he repeated. That word meant so much to him. Friendship had gotten him through everything life had put him through. Maybe there was something worth living for, if not love: Friendship. And he thanked God that he had seen it before he threw his life away. Thanked God for his friends. He hadn't found them. The Lord had given them to him.
"I think it's time to go home," Hilary broke through his thoughts. The sun was setting fast, and the sky, once a bright pink mingling with a golden orange, was now transforming into a deep blue. "You need some rest." She stood up.
He stood as well. She began to walk off, going to Kai's mansion. The two destinations were in two opposite directions. He hesitated.
Just before she was out of earshot, he called out to her, "Hey, Hilary!" His smile was back. And its radiance lit up even the fast-darkening sky.
She turned around.
"Thanks!" He yelled, waving. "You're a great friend!" And they went home.
'Friends.'
Kohari: Woohoo! It's done! This chapter anyway. I think this is a great ending to the whole story, though. I could always make a sequel, right? Anyway, review it for me. And I know. I said I'd up the rating. I decided not to. But...Byes!