See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Seventy-One

Grace's POV

"We should have found out the sex." Chester proclaimed, resting three pots of paint on his lap; staring at the bare walls.

I laughed slightly, sighing loudly as I picked up the paint brush- dripping it carelessly in yellow paint.

"Any ideas?" I asked Chester, who was staring vividly at the wall; his mind attempting to form a picture.

"I always wanted a jungle-themed bedroom when I was a boy, how about that?" He said quietly, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I gazed up at the wall, trying to picture the life which would soon envelop this room.

"Okay." I said shortly, turning around and smiling at Chester.

So for the rest of the day we painted our child's room, built furniture and nothing in the world seemed to matter. I had missed the days where I could have a task to complete and actually enjoy it; having fun was a privilege these days. With everything going on sometimes I felt myself forgetting how to smile and the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I laughed frightened me.

"What do you think?" Chester asked, snapping me out of my thoughts as I stared mindlessly into the distance, a wet paintbrush in hand.

"I love it." I said quickly before my mind began forming thoughts again.

I was worried about Chester more than he was; I still hadn't got used to it and I doubt I ever will. I look in the mirror everyday and tell myself he'll recover but the image becomes blurry and I can't help wonder what if he doesn't.

I can't do this by myself. Years of taking enough steps for two, I can't do it. There's so many times where all I need is for him to take a few steps to help me out how and then but everything is a mountain he can't walk and I don't have the strength to carry him. My shoulders are collapsing and my body is aching. My hope is dying and my faith is diminishing and my optimism needs refreshing.

"I love it too." Chester smiled, reaching up and holding my hand in his. I knelt down on the floor and admired our work; gently holding a small stuffed animal in my hand.

I live in a world of expectations, this Utopia idea that everything is great if you make it. I don't understand why though. I strongly believe in 'everything happens for a reason' and normally, no matter how hard the situation, I find a reason but I have been searching and searching with no success. I've been through every reason in my mind multiple times; perhaps this was meant to make me stronger? But it hasn't.

The world is always moving, always developing, one big ball of motion but I believe that one thing stays the same- entelechy. My own potential is the reason. Because the world knew I was strong enough. It's the only thing I can comprehend.

I'm strong enough, I can fly high enough, there's so many stars for me to reach and my world isn't ready for me to stop yet. I can only explain it in one way:

If you were bitten by a soulless horrid zombie, it would turn you into a soulless horrid zombie and it would have condemned you and you'd be turned into the person it wanted you to be; because you let it take over you. But, just because the soulless horrid zombie has eaten you, you don't have to turn into it. You, as an independent person can make the decision on whether to become like the world wanted you to be or be your own person. The way I see it is, don't let the bad take over you because it took a bite out of you, it's pulled you to your limits and nearly pushed you over the edge but you aren't falling; not if you stand up.

So everything bad the world throws at you, throw it right back.

"You okay?" Chester voice rang through the room; breaking my thoughts and the silence.

"Huh?"

"You seemed in deep thought." He said, looking at me curiously.

"Oh. Oh yeah; I'm just excited for the future."