You Stuck In My Mind

Rains Of Rememberance

This was it. Gideon had lost it all. Everything he had worked for, all those years of effort and sleepless nights fell between his fingertips into the hands of Matthew Patel of all people. If you were to tell him earlier today that this would happen he would have laughed in your face. But here he was.

He was lucky to have what he had. The clothes in his back, a cracked phone and his wallet which had his notes and nearly all his cards apart from his ID removed. Matthew was 'graceful' enough to leave Gideon's change alone. Apparently Matthew wasn't a monster after all but right now Gideon had a hard time believing that. He wished he had just had his hand kicked off as he was holding onto the roof of his building for dear life but no, Matthew showed him mercy, to live with the consequences of such an arrogant bet.

The bus has finally stopped in Toronto. He used the change he had for the bus fare. He had a plan but due to his partly destroyed ego he had no clue if it was going to work. There was one person he wanted...no...needed to see.

The memory of the day he was rejected back in high school has been playing in his mind every so often ever since that day. Especially during relationship problems. But recently it had been different. After Ramona left him a week or so prior the memory played more and more but something was different about this time however, it wasn't like the others. The way he remembered it was the popular girl dropped his business plan to the floor she proceeded to laugh and the rest of the school followed as he fell to the floor in embarrassment and regret. The one difference this time however was someone wasn't laughing. A girl. She looked sad for him? Something like that. It had been wracking his brain for a while but now he couldn't push the memory to the back of his mind and focus on his work.

As he wandered the streets as the rain had a dreadful downpour a name kept ringing in his mind. Julie Powers. That must be her name. It must be.

He stumbled in pain down a street and into another street. There was a car light on with the left and on the right there was a house with a porch light on and a woman who too was clearly soaked by the rain fumbling to unlock her door. Though at first he paid her no mind as he walked down the street, he didn't know she had turned to look at him until she spoke. "Gideon Graves? G-man?" She said with an airy sort of shock.

He pulled out the collar of his shirt and little as he quickly glanced. It was her. She would know it was him if she remembered right? "You don't remember me.." He said quietly. She was visibly very confused as she continued to look at him. "Huh?" She said.

"Gideon Graves wasn't my birth name. It was an identity I created." He said as he was slowly walking to the corner to turn so he could get closer to her porch as she watched him. "I left my part behind and levelled up." He continued as the rain continued to drench him. "But back in the day you knew me by...another name." He added as he slowly took off his glasses and looked over at Julie.

Julie stood there confused for a moment before the memory snapped at her. After all these years it was him. Of all people she didn't expect it to be him but the way he was looking at her, it was undeniable. "Gordon? Gordon Goose from North Bay Ontario? Fearless..." She said. She wanted to reach out to him but was still in a state of shock. The dorky kid who moved away after being made a joke of by the entire school, he was Gideon Graves and now he was in an utter state. Beaten and bruised. Damaged both mentally and physically.

Gideon's...no Gordon's face fell a little "Then you do remember me." He sighed a little, "You may be the only one who does." He said, he was clearly holding back from crying. He couldn't cry in front of her. Not like this. Not now. Nonetheless he began to explain. "Julie I-...I lost everything...my empire is gone. My billionaire friends have shunned me. Even my millionaire friends have turned their backs..." he said quietly. "I couldn't even get a reservation at McDonalds. They laughed at me when I called." He added. It has been so long since he would have eaten at such a place and had been used to eating at highly popular and high end restaurants where if you didn't reserve a place there was no chance of you getting in.

"So I spent the last of my money to get a bus fare to Toronto. Just to see one sympathetic face..." He finished. The memory of the day he ran away has been playing in his mind. The way she looked at him. The only one who felt bad for him. She was the only person he could go to. He held back tears as he winced in pain while she continued to look at him. He didn't know what she would say or do but seeing her again made him feel a little better as maybe she still cared? He didn't know.

She turned away and opened her unlocked front door a little and she then said "Gordon" then turning to look at him "Get your butt in here." She said with a slight smile.

That was it. The floodgates were down as tears quickly began to fall as he took one step onto her porch stairs. Looking up at her, she still cared, out of everyone in his life. Somebody still cared. It felt like the world had stopped as he looked up at her this time with hope rather than pity. His saviour. The one person who cared about him.