Not every day is going to be bright and cheerful, and there are no promises that the next day will be as such either. It’s knowing how to personally get through the struggles of any challenging moments and the willpower to push onward, regardless of the bruises and scars received in the wake of it all, that help us gain the strength to see ourselves through to the eventual dawn of a brighter day.
“Don’t you see it yet?”, she screamed, “all this time, she’s been playing both of us in whatever game she has because it benefits her, and you’ve been too swept up in this little romance of yours to see what it’s doing to everyone! Please, I beg of you, don’t be foolhardy about this and get us both killed before we have a chance to act!”
Samuel stood visibly shaken by Miranda’s confession, ostensibly horrified by the things he was listening to at the time. His breath caught and choked his throat as he struggled to put the pieces together.
Eric shifted awake, disappointed to find himself back in his darkened bedroom. The dream had provided a feeling of comfort and relief that couldn’t, otherwise, be found in his regular life–particularly considering all that had unfolded back in the flight hangar.
Just a dream, he thought.
He readjusted himself in the, oddly, comfortable bed so that he might sleep. Laying his head upon the pillows, he inhaled and exhaled deeply to release whatever had a stronghold on his mind. All which was vexing would be waiting for him in the morning–for now, he sought to be carried off in sleep.
The group of individuals took their places in the wide open room, as the atmosphere of the room settled into the regular hustle bustle of the class’s pre-routine. The room was alive with regular conversation, hushed whispers, and boisterous laughter. All of these things proved to thrive in a terrain that, once replete with the true spirit of camaraderie, lay in a fractured rift of deceit and resentment.
Worse yet, no attempt was made to mend said rift. Those responsible carried on as though nothing was wrong, and the rest were too wrapped up in angered complaints to take action.
The wheels spun faster and faster down the hill as the bike sped onward. There was a curve that would shortly slope upward, yes, but the leviathan of a mountain that awaited afterwards was worth the uphill pedal. Knowing this, Blake moved upwards with one bicycle stroke at a time, forgetting about the physical exertion on his body as he made it to the top of the mound.
He looked down upon the descending path with a mixture of familiar wonder and apprehension before breathing in and riding down, all previous worries and concerns consumed by the literal thrill ride.
How wonderful is it to look up at the night time sky after the winds blow away the dust and debris lingering in the air? To see the full beauty of each glittering star in the sky?
How humbling is it to gaze upon these beings eons older than anyone alive and realize how small you truly are, yet still feel like a piece of a greater cosmic puzzle?
Most importantly, how does it feel to have a connection with an unknown someone, who has either admired or wished upon the same lights that you yourself may be looking toward?
Before her gaze, the autumn leaves danced in the breeze and seemed to sing with every rolling patch of sunlight that graced them.
“I never really took time to really admire the basic beauty of this,” Dianne murmured in absorbed awe, “but I guess what better time than before something potentially life-changing, right?”
Fayeth sighed, a result of releasing her own stress and unsure of how to reply in the golden moment. Finally, she stepped over and embraced her sibling, the draft letter still clutched between the two.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”