Can a promise made over a century ago still be fulfilled in today's modern world that is now ruled by lust, greed, cheap thrills and meaningless sex ??
Read to find out.
Started April 9th 2024
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November 18th 2021
Location; Charleston Train Station, West Virginia.
Hands in the pockets of his Nuptse Jacket, Silvester's optics focus on the many souls passing him by in search of Brianna. It was ten o'clock exactly and he was patiently waiting at the designated spot the two of them agreed to meet at.
Growing impatient he sighs into the freezing air and gently runs his hand over his messy grown out dark curls making sure not to disturb to the side of his head where his stitches resided. As requested by his mother, he had remained in the hospital for a few more days so that they could run a few more tests, he wasn't fond if it but he also knew that her intentions were pure so he obliged. It had been brought to his attention that he had suffered from a linear skull fracture caused by head trauma from when he hit his head whilst having a seizure.
Due to excessive drug usage paired with his head injury he had also discovered that there was a high chance that he'd suffer from seizures for the rest of his life. His doctor of course took the time to explain to him the precautions he'd have to take in order to prevent and or lessen them and living a stress free life was one of the main things meaning that he had to change his life around for the sake of his health.
Silvester had yet to wrap his head around what happened due to his memory of that night being vague. However, he decided not to think too much into it. A smile tugs at his full lips when he spots two toned fluffed out curls in the distance.
"Hey Silvester." Brianna smiles now face to face with him. The two take time to look one another up and down being that it had been almost three weeks since they last seen one another. "Hey Bri," He pulls her in for a hug, her sweet scent traveling up his nasal passages mentally taking him back to his time in the bordello.
"Let's go outside." He insists optics shifting around the crowded underground railing system in search of the nearest exit. Brianna nods and slips her small hands into her coat pocket as the two walk out and make their way to the furthest side of the parking lot where Silvester's rented black Honda Civic Hatchback resided.
He leans against the back of it then peers into Brianna's brown eyes until his own shift to the mandela envelope within her small hands. "This is all of it?" He inquires referring to his important belongings he had left back at the bordello.
Once discharged he decided to lay low and get a motel to recover completely before reaching out to Brianna. "Mhm." She nods and pushes her curls back once he takes the envelope out of her hand. He opens it and removes his social security card, the very item he needed in order to get himself an apartment. He shifts his torso and lays the envelope on the trunk of his rental and removes his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, sliding it inside with his license and state ID.
Silvester then removes the loose bills she had stored within the envelope. He always made sure to keep extra money hidden within his bedroom underneath his mattress just in case of an emergency and needless to say, this was one hell of an emergency.
