Dalliance

Three

When we first met, I was six and you were eight. I remember this large overweight boy was calling me names and throwing my stuff in the street. I started whimpering on my knees placing colored pencils and papers back into my backpack as he continued to scowl at me.

You walked right up to him and called him fat. You shoved him flat on his butt and he started to cry. I remember smiling when I saw him get his feelings hurt and feeling such pride wash over me.

You apologized to him for being rude and asked him to apologize to me too. My mouth dropped open as I saw your humility and grace. You helped me to out all of my things in my back pack and grabbed my hand to walk me home. We didn't speak, you just walked with me firmly grasping my hand.

I skipped two grades in middle school and soon we were taking all of the same classes together. Since I was much smaller than all the other kids, you took it as your rightful duty to be my best friend. We were together often laughing and joking around like two fools. Even though I was book smart, you had wisdom that surpassed your years. You had such insight, such clarity. You were always so strong and confident. I think that's why it was so hard when you died.

I think the war started when we were in sixth grade. Technically it wasn't public knowledge until years later but the murmurs were there between adults. People began to disappear. Literally. Mrs. Rush was teaching us algebra and then she wasn't. Just like that, X equals- nothing. She was just... Gone.

The worst was still to come though. Aida, the four year old girl with the older brother we use to drool over, They sacrificed her. They killed her in the name of Consonance. I'm not sure when our views became so skewed for where they use to be.

I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you don't know the ministries anymore. Our old communities no longer exist.

Once there were Consonance who dedicated their lives to to keeping harmony and peace, Sapience who gave their life to wisdom, Veracity dedicated themselves to the truth, and then there were us, Halcyons who gave our lives to joy.

You have to know that we fought hard. You died a true hero. You fought for good and it wasn't your fault. I want to make sure you understand that none of this was ever your fault. They were going to do this anyway, we couldn't have known. No one could have known.

This might be too much and I would understand if you chose to stop here. I wouldn't fault you for it. If this is too hard, that's okay. I hope that you continue though.

I hope you remember.

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