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bravenewworld2014-05-11 10:27 pm
a_gentle_boy) wrote in bravenewworld2014-05-11 10:27 pm
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003: MOTHER
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It was just around this time, right? I think it's been... almost four years.
[Stick in hand, Lucas scratches a little bit in the dirt as he speaks to no one in particular. In an isolated corner in the residential district, hidden behind some confusing twists and turns, there is a small plot of earth with a few low shrubs and a bench. An isolated bit of green buried amongst the cement and steel. There stands now a single, fresh sunflower poking up above the dirt.]
I can't believe it's been so long. I don't remember much before I was four or five, so... I guess I'll remember more of my life without you than with you soon. It's a little hard to think about.
I never thought time would go so quick. When it first happened... every minute felt like forever. Time just... didn't pass. I would just wait. I'd wait for the minutes to go by and for the day to end so I could go to bed -- I guess because... because I thought if I fell asleep, I would wake up and I'd see... I'd see that it had all just been some kind of dream. I'd wake up and everything would be OK again.
...But that never happened. Whenever I woke up, everything would still just be all the same. So I'd keep on waiting for time to go by.
It's not like that anymore. I still think about you all the time, but... not that way. I think that's... a good thing, right? That's the way it should be. But I'm... afraid now that I'll start to forget. Sometimes, I realize that I just don't remember... I don't remember how you laughed. Or how it felt when you held me. Or how it smelled when woke me up in the mornings. It smelled like fresh flowers, I know, but -- I can't remember how it smelled.
So... I've promised myself I won't forget. Every time I feel like I might, I'll come out here, and I'll talk with you. You'll remind me, right?
[He pauses before he continues on with a slight shake of his head.]
I met a nice girl recently. She said she could... call back the dead. She said Dad was OK, but she said Claus... he might have gone... with you. I didn't ask for you because... you're always with me, anyway, right? I've felt it ever since I realized what I could do. As long as I need you... you'll still be here.
[Another pauses as he wipes briefly at his eyes.]
...I'm sorry. It took me longer than I thought it would to get the flower. I have to go, but I'll be back soon. If Claus is there, tell him I wish -- ........Tell him that I'm sorry.
Bye, Mom. I love you.
It was just around this time, right? I think it's been... almost four years.
[Stick in hand, Lucas scratches a little bit in the dirt as he speaks to no one in particular. In an isolated corner in the residential district, hidden behind some confusing twists and turns, there is a small plot of earth with a few low shrubs and a bench. An isolated bit of green buried amongst the cement and steel. There stands now a single, fresh sunflower poking up above the dirt.]
I can't believe it's been so long. I don't remember much before I was four or five, so... I guess I'll remember more of my life without you than with you soon. It's a little hard to think about.
I never thought time would go so quick. When it first happened... every minute felt like forever. Time just... didn't pass. I would just wait. I'd wait for the minutes to go by and for the day to end so I could go to bed -- I guess because... because I thought if I fell asleep, I would wake up and I'd see... I'd see that it had all just been some kind of dream. I'd wake up and everything would be OK again.
...But that never happened. Whenever I woke up, everything would still just be all the same. So I'd keep on waiting for time to go by.
It's not like that anymore. I still think about you all the time, but... not that way. I think that's... a good thing, right? That's the way it should be. But I'm... afraid now that I'll start to forget. Sometimes, I realize that I just don't remember... I don't remember how you laughed. Or how it felt when you held me. Or how it smelled when woke me up in the mornings. It smelled like fresh flowers, I know, but -- I can't remember how it smelled.
So... I've promised myself I won't forget. Every time I feel like I might, I'll come out here, and I'll talk with you. You'll remind me, right?
[He pauses before he continues on with a slight shake of his head.]
I met a nice girl recently. She said she could... call back the dead. She said Dad was OK, but she said Claus... he might have gone... with you. I didn't ask for you because... you're always with me, anyway, right? I've felt it ever since I realized what I could do. As long as I need you... you'll still be here.
[Another pauses as he wipes briefly at his eyes.]
...I'm sorry. It took me longer than I thought it would to get the flower. I have to go, but I'll be back soon. If Claus is there, tell him I wish -- ........Tell him that I'm sorry.
Bye, Mom. I love you.