Letting Go Part 4.4 of The Part of Moving On Winter 72nd, 512 AV; 23rd Bell When we realize that the reality is what it is and the truth can never change, we fight it until we're done and ready to give in. After we give in we think about all that was and could have been, only to find that no matter how much we dwell on it; there is no going back. Afterwards we deal with it like a storm, watching as the rain falls endlessly in our crushed world. Its when we allow the storm to end though that we see the light it hides... Ricky laid in bed and stared at the ceiling above. For once his mind was at a peaceful state, unlike the previous days of the season. It wasn't the peace he sought or desired, but the peace he needed to at last clear the cloud in his head. What he thought about was the same as thoughts he had before, but this time a lesson to count along with it. 'Maybe I'm not as pathetic as I thought.' There was enough evidence to prove that was right, people of all kinds had come around to talk to him and listen to his story. They all understood he was in pain and didn't judge him, even more they cared for him in unexpected ways. They showed concern and he did his best to hide away, all because of pride. 'I pushed them away, all because I didn't want to burden them.' Yet he didn't. Hadrian and Valo were proof that his troubles weren't all that overwhelming, and when he shy'd away from them others helped talk him through. Kayleigh, Synthira, Arianthe, Nai'a all helped him out and showed it didn't take close friends to care. When the world seemed to grow dark and cold, all these people came along to lighten it up a bit. 'What an idiot I turned out to be, I must'a been a total ass to them.' He thought about it some more as the night seemed to carry on, about the times he came off too angry or to irritated. Those moments when he withdrew in his shell to avoid any real connection to others, when they felt for him and he thought it pity instead. They all wanted to help him and he wouldn't allow it, even when he wanted help he turned away when he had the chance. When it seemed he was set on doing something he fell back into the same hole, same cycle, until he could get past it. The advice he was given though did not go unnoticed though. 'I should've listened at the time, but I was too damn stubborn....' 'You blame the blood of Odis on your hands.' The words of the artist were clearer than before. 'And for that you are wrong my friend. For there is no one other to blame than the cruel hand that had extinguished his flame too soon. You have not failed your friend, rather his love for you was too strong to allow you to end up in his place. Thus do not let his sacrificial bring you pain but rejoice in the very love that Odis had for you. You say there were things you could have done differently but there is a reason that events have turned out the way they had and that's because there was no other way. Do not dwell on the past my friend but strive to correct the future. What you are doing for Zeltiva is truly noble.' Noble. Yet it wasn't for the sake of nobility or pride, just a desperate act to fight for something. A reason to cling to life, a shield to have used to carry on. Or was it. 'We’ll begin simply with stating your name, your home of origin, your weapon of choice, and your stock for being here. I want no one chasing glory or stories for the whores of East Street. I need people invested in the safety of Zeltiva…so convince me you are, or walk away.' So once said the fellow Wave Guard on the day they met, when the day proved to be a trial at best it proved even more Ricky's "noble cause" was more then just an escape. He desired to protect something that mattered to him, that he believed was the only thing he had left. He wanted to protect Zeltiva because it was his home, but even that wasn't the important part of it... |