Memories of you

Battlefield

Explosions polluted the air, as a blinding light filled the surrounding sky.

NOOOOO! The hero called out. Falling to the ground in tears, shock took to him, not even closing his eyes from the blinding light that followed.

     He cried, and he cried loudly.
 
   It surprised the rest of the posse as to why their leader would be crying over the villain who had sacrificed himself.
     Their thoughts were along the lines of ‘wasn’t he better off dead?’
‘He was a horrible person so why are you crying?’
‘sacrificing himself was the least he could do after all that he had done.’

    And they were right the “villain” was a huge jerk, a dick head you could say; but that couldn't stop him, the hero, from crying.
      He knew that the villain didn't like what they were doing and wished he could stop. How he had explained it in such a way that you couldn't help but tear up.

     The villain had no control over his body. He was simply a puppet in the hands of fate, yet he could see  e v e r y t h i n g  that ‘he’ did, he could hear  e v e r y t h i n g  another person told him. Yet when he wanted to tell them that he had no control over his body, his vision would turn dark leaving him in complete sensory deprivation. He would hallucinate killing the hero who he loved very dearly, skinning him alive or leaving him out to dry. It was pure torment…. Leaving him to follow what the fates wanted him to say. Doing as his role said.

     The Hero only found out when he fought him and used mental paralysis to restrain him, he looked through the memories of pure torment and confinement and realized. It wasn't the villain doing all the bad things, it was fate. Fate was the one who destroyed this boys mind. Fate was the one who ruined this boys life.

He wasn’t the villain.
He was a little boy at heart…just like him.
He was his soulmate. And now he is gone.

Thinking about this, the hero bawled even more. Huddled into a ball, crying, no matter what his teammate said until he passed out from fatigue and exhaustion.

000

The world was quiet. Reeling from the brink of destruction, It took many months before life could finally return back to normal.
    Whatever that normal was…

The hero was blind from having almost little to nothing of protection from the blast. His teammates were worried for him, especially after having refused to eat for a week. They took him places for him to relax. Hot springs, mountain ranges, flower fields etc, anything in hopes that he would get better.

000

    I feel the wind blow as I lay down on the warm green grass.
Closing my gray eyes as the warmth wraps me.
I cannot see, that I know, yet how come when I close my eyes I see you this time? And Very vividly at that.
   Standing in a meadow of flowers, filled with blues, whites, yellows, purple and pinks, with every shade of green.
There you are, smiling a very bright smile. Like nothing had ever hurt you.
Filled with love for me, just as I have love for you.

You move your mouth to say something but the wind blows very harshly, leaving me with astonishment for what I heard you say.
I tear up as you say goodbye, waking up with blue hues.

I promise you   ʼ̀᷆᷇*'~ʻỳ́ , I will live life to the best I can.

And for us  ʼ̀᷆᷇*'~ʻỳ́, I promise you I will get us out of this nightmare.

000

Gold eyes reflecting galaxies, stare off in space. A frown present on it’s porcelain face.
Lost in thought it fades away. It’s eyes flickering between stories untold awaiting someones fate.