Generation 2- Random Spot 1

Justin

It still hurts. Being without her. Sometimes, I slow down time just to try and soak up the moments that remind me of her. Because I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want the pain that comes with remembering, but it hurts worse to forget. Maybe that explains why I’m sitting outside on my porch in my pajamas, slowing down time almost to a stop while watching fireflies. She would have loved them. It only reminds me more that she never got to see them. Maybe she’s sitting next to me, and maybe she’s off chasing her own fireflies. I see a figure off in the distance, and I push time back to it’s normal pace, like letting go of a weighted rope on a pulley. The figure makes its way towards me, but for some reason, I’m not particularly frightened. It stops a short distance away, leather and metal reflecting in the dim moonlit and occasional tiny light of a firefly. “Hello, Knight.” “Hello, Justin.” “What mysterious, poetic words are you here to share with me tonight?” “None, really. Just here to enjoy the small moments.” “I’m honoured that you would come to enjoy the small moments with me rather than alone wherever you stay.” “... I guess… I could just tell you were lonely. Thought I’d keep you company.” “Well, uh… thanks.” Sitting on the porch, the quiet ambiance of the night floating through my heart and mind, reminding me that she’s fine. That I should try moving on.