Who: Jared Stone (Open!) What: Narrative Where: A park bench When: Sunday December 2nd, Midday Warnings: None
"It was nice while it lasted."
There's no response. Not from the pigeons, not from the joggers and not from the being that currently owns more of his life than he does. Jared doesn't mind, he's used to the silence.
"I'd like more days like this." He says it a little louder, a little more forcefully. The pigeons and the joggers remain silent but the few remaining leaves on the tree behind him rustle and Jared is comforted.
He doesn't have long, not like this, not like himself. There's a part of him that says he should be doing more with these few remaining moments. There are responsibilities he has ignored, painful things that he should handle but he hangs on to because when Destiny recedes and he can once again see his shadow it's the hurtful things that linger.
He'll hold onto the pain because it always feels new.
His wrist itches. A symptom, a reminder that the chain is always there. Sighing he watches as his shadow flickers and twists on the invisible wind and disappears all together. The world falls away and...
Destiny looks down at his book.
"I have answers to all your questions though I will never say them out loud."