((Author's comments: Oh boy, with so many comments asking me to continue, I finally sat down and did so. Of course you all know I forgotten about this fic, but it's now back. So cheer or make a muck! Yes, I am distracting you from the story for a bit longer til… Till now! Happy readings.
:Over the Passes:
The day after the funeral; there had been not much left to say. What could anyone tell me that I hadn't already known? Sorry never brought a person back from the grave. Those words of an apology rather crush me again. As I look back to this story, to this day I regret the feeling I permitted my self to have. A year has passed since that incident and still I feel alone as ever. Clive was gone. Never again could I get pissed at him for the logic he threw out to me, no longer could I insult, ignore, or… love? It took me a week to fully accept the facts of life. Don't get me wrong though, I still grieve over my loss this day. Me, I still stand here waiting for the day to come where I can fall to the eternal rest. I never came close to my goal. Always fate stepped in the way. Today, it would be called exactly one year since then. A mark of an anniversary where I had lost one thing important to me. The grave stood tall against the edge of the world, or that would be its name for me. Where the fire flies sprung each night blessing the sky with their short filled light until they died. There beauty seemed to grow each and every day, where I wanted to die but could never find the way… Iron never had a heart, so why could I feel this? Am I flesh, or am I blood? An android with no true identity, for I Jet am artificial. Created, destroyed, and still undefined for my true purpose. I walk this hollow earth alone. One day perhaps, I will find my rest and haven in the one word which the world desired. Perhaps, one day I would find my meaning in this devastating world. All I can think now is Eden.
One year could be a drop in a puddle, the puddle forming hundreds of years. With an artificial body, who was to say he wouldn't last that long? He didn't even know his age let alone his true name. Was Jet to wonder the rest of his days around this dead planet? The sands of time were the cruelest being amongst this dead rock called a planet. Time was the one thing he would never catch up to, no matter how fast he could run. Jet knew this, and someday, he would be completely alone in this world.
"Your daughter is growing up so quickly." The false smile told stone. "She's growing up to be just like you now. She wants to do research and well, you should see her always reading…" Three months ago that had been. That day he left a photo of his child for the grave. All by her self, the child taught her self to read and was becoming quiet educated like her father. Jet sometimes became too afraid to visit the humble home that greeted him. The terrains of the dessert were the only home he had ever known. If it were not for him, Clive would still be alive with his family and friends. He would be enjoying the rest of his days in his home and love. Jet would always regret what he had done. Misery propped to his heart tainting it with bitterness. Sorrow plagued him and misfortune buried his foot steps. Today was the day of an anniversary. It was the day of remembrance and where Jet had went to the grave. Though, along the way he paused stopping from his travels. Along the way to the grave he found something to be disturbed by or to fill with joy.
The grave was empty, dug out by days ago. Grave robbers could have done this, but little hope rested into thus. Jet smiled walking closer to the burial ground. From beneath his clothing he pulled out a rare white flower tossing it down into the earth. With the nudge of his foot it covered with the filth of the earth.
"To years to come, dear Clive. Take this gift and remember me. Someday we will meet up again…"
(To be continued!)