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What Now…
By Darks Light
I stare out at the swelling body of water, the rain making hundreds of circular ripples as it hits the surface. I continue to watch, there's nothing better for me to do and I'm already drenched, my body used to the feel of the rain as it hits my skin. I'm numb, numb to the rain, numb to just about everything. I brush my crimson red bangs out of my face with the back of my hand only to have them fall back in front of my eyes, heavy from the rain, two crimson lines obscuring my vision. I sigh; it was you who did this to me, left me how I am now.
I close my eyes clearly remembering you as though it was yesterday. You who had stood there emotionless as always, arms folded across your chest, your piercing crimson eyes staring directly into mine as you almost regretfully told me that you were leaving. I watch as a drop of water drips off a strand of my hair before falling to become one with the river below me as I lean against the railing that's supposed keep the highway cars from entering the river.
A car speeds past and doesn't notice me as it sprays me with the water off the road, nor would the driver ever notice the river as it slowly snakes its way through this empty land to become nothing but a point on the horizon. 'Nothing'. That's what I've become. 'Nothing'. That's what you've made me to be… what you've left me to be. 'Nothing'. Maybe its what I always have been but failed to notice.
The clouds darken above me and the low rumble of thunder reaches my ears as the wind whips around me, but I don't wince, I don't shiver, I don't react, I don't feel. I am lost. Before the World Championships I had a purpose, I had a reason to live, a reason to be, a belief that we were to be the best there ever was. However, you put an end to all of that, you left us, betrayed us. You told us what we were doing wasn't right, you told us you would save us; free us. But what now?
We failed, we disappointed our master, and for that those who had given us a purpose abandoned us. No longer important; that's what you left us to be. Where are you? You who had sided with our enemy and led them to take our victory from us. I know the others will probably never forgive you for what you did to them, and me I want to forgive you. But you like everyone else, disappeared after the match I had with Tyson, you left me alone; nowhere to go.
I look away from the river and shove my hands roughly in my pockets as I head down the highway, head bowed at the on coming assault of wind and rain. As far back as I can remember a part of me has always wanted to choose my own destiny. You knew this and you've given me the opportunity to do just that, to do what I want.
'But now… what do I want?'
The answer to that is what it has always been… I want you.
...The End...