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morally_cryptic) wrote2006-02-05 11:01 pm
morally_cryptic) wrote2006-02-05 11:01 pm
Not Alone.
Obi-Wan had left him for dead on that beach of black sand, beside a river of molten lava. He had been left utterly, completely, alone in Hell. Alone with himself and his hatred, that flaring ember that kept him going, forced him to survive at all costs, that pushed him to hang on even when there seemed no reason to.
No one was coming for him.
The one who had once saved him was the one who had left him behind. There was no one to save him now.
He felt he must have lain there for centuries waiting for...what, he wasn't certain. And then there was someone beside him, the lightest of touches on his forehead that he almost couldn't feel and it was then he understood.
He wasn't alone.
There was someone who would save him, who had been trying to save him for all of his life.
He wasn't alone.
Once again, he found himself lying prone, alone inside of his shell. Once more the one who had saved him once was gone.
Once more, it was all he could do to lie there, to wait...To wait for the gentle touch that removes his mask. To look up into blue eyes of the young man beside him and to know...
He wasn't alone.
Here was someone who had truly saved him.
He wasn't alone.
He watches the festivities, but does not join in. He is an observer, not a part of the celebration.
There are watchers with him, though, old friends once thought lost.
He's not alone.
He never was.
No one was coming for him.
The one who had once saved him was the one who had left him behind. There was no one to save him now.
He felt he must have lain there for centuries waiting for...what, he wasn't certain. And then there was someone beside him, the lightest of touches on his forehead that he almost couldn't feel and it was then he understood.
He wasn't alone.
There was someone who would save him, who had been trying to save him for all of his life.
He wasn't alone.
Once again, he found himself lying prone, alone inside of his shell. Once more the one who had saved him once was gone.
Once more, it was all he could do to lie there, to wait...To wait for the gentle touch that removes his mask. To look up into blue eyes of the young man beside him and to know...
He wasn't alone.
Here was someone who had truly saved him.
He wasn't alone.
He watches the festivities, but does not join in. He is an observer, not a part of the celebration.
There are watchers with him, though, old friends once thought lost.
He's not alone.
He never was.
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