Revisiting Yesterday
Revisiting Yesterday
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color:black\'>Prologue – Love Is
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Love
is not black, nor white.
boundaries. Love knows no
discrimination. Love is blind.
more than any imaginable pain, leaving an all-consuming empty void in its
wake. That, love can do.
He
was the sun, the air, the moon; he was a friend, a teacher, and a
confidant. He was my world; he was my
everything. normal\'>We. And when I speak of we,
I speak of people and of society.
air the moon…love. Not knowing today
could be the last, not appreciating all of life’s simple joys.
What if tomorrow were to arrive without the golden chariot of the
blazing sun or the life enabling oxygen in tow?yes\"> We would cease to
exist. normal\'>I would slowly dwindle into oblivion; fade into nothingness.
For
nearly twenty years, I’ve been fading and I’ve been dwindling.
death and not a single day passes that I do not think of him; his tousled black
hair, friendly coal eyes, and gentle soul.
The world is a
better place because of his guidance, intervention, and his love.
destroyed. They were terminated a
decade ago by my own hands and now Chikyuu is slowly, but surely returning to
her former glory. Mom always had faith
the planet would flourish again, I wish she were here to witness her dreams
turned reality, to see the fruits of her labor.yes\"> The price, a terrible price to pay, paid in the blood of
Chikyuu’s finest warriors. Her time
machine made it possible for me to gain the strength to change the world and
create a better way of life, where we could live without fear and strive for
love and happiness.
Love.
Over the years, those two words have slowly been weaned from my
vocabulary. He was my love, my
happiness and as time fades, my sentiment does as well.
be a joyous event. I truly miss
him. My greatest regret is not being
able to bid him goodbye properly, before he was so abruptly stolen from my
life. I would do anything to embrace
him farewell, to hold him in my arms and imprint his forgotten scent into my
memories, but this wishful thinking is only that and could never be.
I loved
him. I still love him.
for him until after he was gone. His
death brought about a melancholy in me that has been my only companion since
his departure. From that instant things
changed, the sun never seemed to shine as bright.yes\"> There was always a bitterness accompanying everything as if he
took a piece of my soul to the grave with him.
So, what does that mean, that I’m in love with a memory of a dead man, a
ghost? That my only joys derive from
fanciful reveries of pressing my cheek to his beating heart while tracing lazy
circles through the light path of dark hair on his chiseled stomach.
What does that
say about me? I live in a world null of
violence and humanity thrives in rebuilt cities.yes\"> I live in a world where peace reigns supreme, and every man,
woman, and child has a roof overhead, hot meals, and clean water. I exist in an
ideal society. Capsules Corporation is
growing faster than ever, always the leader in technology.
global holiday named in my honor with fireworks and the whole nine yards.
I
took to the skies; it has been the norm for me as of late in vain efforts to
soothe my somnolent soul. If only I
could see him once more, to have a kindred spirit that understands me as man,
as a warrior; a kindred spirit that understands me as normal\'>me. Is that too much to ask
for?Is it wrong for me to dwell on the
past like this? My life has become
unreservedly idle; the days bleed into each other.yes\"> I crave for a single morsel of joy, a scrap of happiness,
anything to end this monotonous circle of sadness.
it…
the ground. I’ve come to loathe that
little voice, barely audible and always there, forever pushing at me to do
what’s right and to do what’s best.
Always, the little angel grasping the fingers of my thoughts guiding me
down the path of righteousness. For once
I wish to refuse, to slap away those virtuous fingers and do as I want.
judgment11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>sighs, the thought like whispers dancing in the wind
through the halls of my mind. I would
change nothing, I argue. Could one last
goodbye be that detrimental? What harm
could a single conversation between student and sensei hold?
want to soothe my tired spirit. Maybe
that is all I need to alter my hollow existence.yes\"> Anything but the alternative, anything but this.
My
flight led me home, to the massive domed building of Capsule Corporation.
and to the time machine hidden beneath a dingy white covering.
maintenance and preparation to rouse “Hope” from her decade long slumber.
only a day away.
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