Bridging the Gap

chapter five - fourth of july

okay it's time to make you cry
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Maybe Cole was overracting, by just running off, leaving his friends alone with dinner.

But what'd they actually expect from him?

He is no one that talks about his feelings, since he never had someone to talk about them to.

Not, since her death.

The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly

When Cole was younger, the days after her passing he had just decided that it wasn't true.

For him, his mother was very well alive, or at least, not gone forever.

Disappearing into the ether.

She was still there, like an guardian angel, and always there when Cole needed her.

Then he would walk here - to her grave - and just talk about whatever it was that was bothering him:

His father being disappointed in him - again.

His father forcing him to an dancing school he didn't want to go to - again.

His father calling him an disgrace for the whole legacy- again.

His father... - okay, you get the point.

Since Lily always had understand him, Cole never saw a point in even trying to make any one else look through him.

Even though, even he had to admit, that sometimes it felt kinda lonely, just talking to an grave.

What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

Not feeling her warm embrace, not hearing her comforting voice or heartful laughter.

Not smelling her favourite parfume she was always wearing and which Cole sometimes secretly spreads in his room and rebuys since almost seven years.

Next friday. Seven years. And Cole's wound still was bleeding, from when she left.

Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?

The city was calm today, almost no traffic and Cole reached the graveyard soon.

As he made his way to his mother's, he eyed the other graves.

Are those people still talked to?
Still envolved in every thing their earth-bounded loved ones do?

Or is this only something Cole does?

Some thing his heart never found peace with, because the minute, the second Cole would stop talking to her like she was ACTUALLY there was the minute, the second she would be actually gone.

Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?

And that would never happen.

That couldn't happen.

Not to her. Not to Cole's mother.

Not Lily.

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Childish beliefs. But Cole held onto them, because he got nothing else. No one, he could trust with what bothers him.

Or the Fourth of July?

Maybe his friends the other ninja. But he didn't wanna trouble them.

No, as long as he had this place to go to, the feeling, that is mother is looking at him, like she always did - with a smile and so much pride in her eyes - he wasn't in need of anything or anyone else.