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Posted on June 6, 2010 at 02:34:10 PM by Charlotte Tweet
 “Well…” This was what came after…several, several moments of silence. From the way Adonis kept his eyes trained on the floor just off to the side – he probably thought that I left him there to mull over his memories as if each bit was another ingredient to spiced cider. “Adonis,” I started, trying to think of a way to encourage these feelings of his as well as put some of his assumptions to rest. I was not the kind of person most people seemed to think I was – annoying, really, but what the Hell could I do about that? It wasn’t like I could unscrew his head and put a new one on. He wasn’t some kind of dollfie that you bought parts for on ebay when one became defective or unwanted. No, but I was also hardly the sentimental type to think of all these really sweet things to say to boost his morale, or rather, lack-there-of. Finally the words came to me and I turned towards him a bit more. Knees turning together first before I pivoted to sit closer beside him. Putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down a bit to show him that I was still here, I said what I had to say; “I have not been here for very long and you are the first person I met. I didn’t know much then but now that I know you a little more, I still don’t see a difference between who you were three hours ago and who you are now. You avenged the loss of those you loved and cherished – I would have done the same thing if it had happened to me please believe me when I say that.” He didn’t have to believe me, I wasn’t going to try and convince him. Hell, Adonis had no reason to believe me if only because I didn’t have some brave and courageous tale to tell. I could tell one anyways, I supposed, what good would it do? “My childhood was brief, my mother gave me away to my Aunt Shelley. I never met the woman until the day she came to collect me. My mother never wanted a little girl – only a little boy. My brother got to stay while I spent years after that travelling with my Aunt in her traveling show. There is where I found my family; misfits, rejects, people that were discarded from whatever lives they were given because they weren’t good enough for it. Anya was the youngest…we got her when she was seven too. I looked after her up until my accident just recently.” I wasn’t sad, maybe a little disappointed in my stupidity for trying to smoke a cigarette in the middle of the road, but the expression I had on my face was open and honest and friendly still despite the context of our conversations. “That said. What can you do for them now Adonis? You’ve done what you’ve done and you can’t change that. People can either forgive and forget or they can get the hell out of your way so you can keep doing the wonderful things you are doing right now. You have to come to terms with what has happened…you have to find an inner peace somewhere within and…” I shrugged as I put my hand back into my lap and looked around for a moment. The kids were cuddled up in the jacket at long last and trying to get some rest. Well there was my entire theory right there. I raised my hand to them. “And I think that what you do now is a wonderful start to that. You have to let go of what’s been done and focus on what you can do now and later. The past will rewrite itself only in your conscience so that you can sleep better at night and smile like you mean it in the morning.” Charlotte Tweet So we did make love. Is that what you're calling it? …this is probably just another one of those cry-for-help things. |
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