The Best in the Cosmos

The ways back home

Sunny was almost astonished at how bored he could get.

His life had been a roller coaster up to this point, but now that he was constantly alone with his thoughts, he quickly realized how slow everything had become.

Thinking back didn't exactly help either. Though, there were certain things he didn't like thinking about, even after the "incident". With how complicated his story was, he ought to separate it into multiple incidents. It making more sense might make therapy finally seem worth something to him, though he honestly doubted it.

Here he was, heading toward another session anyways. He didn't know why he went, but he also had nothing better to do, and appreciated having someone to talk to. His mom would also probably get concerned if he avoided it more. Not many people at his new school liked acting like he was more than a ghost roaming the halls. He still preferred it over the occasional bullying. Could they be considered ghost busters- *THWACK*

Sunny ran face first into the wall right next to the door. "Damn it. Maybe I have something to talk to my therapist about now," He muttered to himself.

He walked into his therapist's office. In general, it never did seem very professional to him. He supposed this was some kind of calming tactic. The corner was loaded with stuffed animals and the walls were sky blue. The room was cluttered with various whatchamacallits and papers. "Thank you for coming today, Sunny. Your attendance has been up more than usual this week." he said with a slight, patient smile.

"I've been making an effort to.. consider it more often, I guess." Said Sunny, staring in the complete opposite direction of his therapist. His therapist didn't mind this as much as other people did. For Sunny, it usually meant he was paying close attention with every sense but his sight.

"I'm curious if you have anything to talk about today, Sunny," said his therapist, "you made the effort to come here after all, though I have my usual round of questions for you, as is common."

Sunny stared a bit more at the wall. Did he have anything to talk about? Yes. He had near infinite things he could get off his chest. But talking about it always made it seem worse. If he could just forget about the smaller details.. surely that's still healthy, right?

"Sunny?"

Sunny suddenly stopped being zoned out. "I do have one thing I'd like to discuss." His therapist seemed to brighten like a light when he said that. "Go on.", His therapist urged.

"I've been thinking about someone recently. I almost want to forget about them.. but it's also like.. if I do that.. I'll lose part of myself."

His therapist just looked at him. He decided to continue; he already started, right? "Uhm, this is, the person from the incident. Uh, specifically, the one that landed me in the.. hospital." 

His therapist pulled out a notepad and started jotting something down. Sunny liked to imagine he was just doodling, but his serious expression kept him mature. "I see. This individual, Basil, you haven't talked about much since our first few meetings. What is it that you're afraid you lose by getting it all behind you?"

Sunny hit a wall again, but this time it was in his head. That's what HE wanted to know. Everything else was easy to overcome, why not this? He tried to remember what went through his head when around basil. The things they did together. It seemed they were inseparable. But why?

"Well, in any case, our allotted time is up." This made Sunny awaken from his deep thought. What the hell? That was like, 3 sentences long! He must have been thinking about it.. a while longer than it seemed.

He started heading home, though he hated calling it that, even now. He'd been living here for at least a month now.. although the time was starting to blend together.

"Welcome home, Sun!", his mom called. It was cheesy, but Sunny secretly liked his mom's nicknames. "Hi, mom."

He mindlessly listed the things he did in school today and briefly mentioned going to therapy. Algebra, blah blah, This guy took over that guy's stuff, blah blah blah. His mother seemed enthused.

He headed back to his room. If he asked someone to try and guess what his room was, saying the word "room" would be an accurate description. He supposed the legally distinct game console was cool to have in there, though.

He had homework. What was the point of doing that, again? In 45 years he wouldn't even remember he had homework 45 years ago at this exact date. Just gotta wait 45 years, which didn't seem that long, at this point.

"Dinner time, Sundial!" He struggled to understand what that one was even supposed to mean. He trudged his way into the dining room and sat down. He continued his mindless chatter with his mom while eating what was admittedly some pretty damn good salmon. Suddenly, he was broken out of his trance. The name "Kel" crossed his mom's lips. "Wait, could you repeat that?" Sunny was filled with a mix of emotions, all of a sudden. "I was wondering how Kel was doing. Weren't you going to keep in contact with him?"

Okay, maybe he had lied a few times to his mom saying he'd been patching up relations with his friends. He wasn't sure if he had the energy to patch up a crumbled structure like this one. "Uh, haven't reached out to him in a little. Why?"

"I had an idea. I wanted to know if you wanted to have a visit back in Faraway town. For a while." Sunny was about to stand up from his chair, for some reason. He didn't know what he was feeling, but he was feeling a lot of it.

"I... think that's a good idea? Yeah, yeah. I think that's great!" Sunny said this with a near coma inducing amount of energy for him.

Sunny had to admit to himself that he wouldn't care much for whatever his mom had planned for the visit back home. All he knew is that a friend reunion would work better in person than on the phone. Now, he just had to gather his wits for that moment. 

As time came to leave, he had everything packed. He had this in the bag, he thought, nothing strange or remotely bad will ever happen, he thought.

And of course, he had to remember something.

He had to find out what was so special about Basil.

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I appreciate anyone who reads this first part fully or partially. Expect this story to be delightfully mediocre. I will definitely read any comments on this you may leave. Peace!

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