Aidan (_aidan_) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-11-16 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan revere |
Sawdust
"How the hell do I always end up in a trailer?" Aidan spoke aloud to no one.
Nearing the end of the life he had left behind - or, really, lost - he had cut homestead ties with Emmeline and moved into a trailer on a small patch of land that he had got at a bargain price, due to it being the site of a recent grisly murder. Finding an up to date driver's license in a wallet in the glovebox of his car, his car, the old Mustang he had traded in for a Jeep back in Searchlight, Aidan had made his way to the Coconut Grove Mobile Park and searched out Lot #9, finding a fairly new modest blue trailer waiting for him.
It still felt a little odd. Aidan had grown up with money, recalling with some bitter-tinged fondness the storied 'wide lawns and narrow minds' of Oak Park, Illinois. He had never wanted for anything, not until his parents had made him choose between the truth he had discovered and the lie they preferred to live. Getting over his own inherent prejudice to buy a mobile home in Searchlight had been a big step; finding that his alter-self had made the same choice was both strange and interesting.
He ran his hand up the wooden rail of the stairs that led to the new wooden patio, recognizing his own handiwork immediately. A sudden onslaught of memory made him pause, images of tools and planks of wood and the reminiscent scent of sawdust; he closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering if they had come from this life, or the other.
The handful of keys on his keychain presented a moment of trial and error as he tried to open the door; on his third attempt, he opened the handle, and on the fifth was able to unlock the deadbolt. Stepping inside, Aidan smiled. The rolled carpet and sheets hanging over the windows made it clear that he was in the process of fixing the place up, just as the shocking flamingo-pink paint glaring out from the kitchen made it obvious that his repairs hadn't reached that far just yet. Though it was messy and different, it still felt familiar. It felt like home, and that was enough to put him at ease.
Shaking his head, he glanced around and sighed. "At least I'll be busy," he mused. "Lots left to do around here."
It was only then that it hit him. The sense of loss and loneliness that had been buzzing at his brain all day stemmed not just from the loss of the little family he had become a part of in Nevada - not having Destiny and Emmeline around was going to tug at his heartstrings for some time - but the quiet sense of solitude that pervaded everything around him finally became clear.
For the first time since his childhood, Aidan was truly on his own. The scruffy, overweight grey tabby cat that had been his constant companion for years was nowhere to be found, perhaps left behind when Aidan shed the mortal coil in his old life.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, bracing a hand against the kitchen alcove to keep steady on his feet. "Sam!"
Aidan really was all alone.