Post by Drake Kindo on Oct 30, 2016 23:15:40 GMT -5
The camera turns on, and the two of us are seated on a…rather stern desk. Dusty pictures litter the area, showing photos of a woman, as intimidating as she is beautiful.
Why I was brought here, I do not know, but we’ve been sitting on the desk for fifteen minutes now. All Drake’s done is stare out the window at the admittedly fantastic view. The courtyard of the school we’re currently in lingers below, no doubt allowing whosever office this was a good shot of any troublemaking or…hell, whatever else students who dedicate their life to a children’s card game would do.
However, the horizon can’t be beat.
“This office belonged to the one woman who thought something of me,” Drake suddenly says.
I glance over at him, but don’t respond. Considering he continues to speak, I opt to remain silent.
“I’d like to say she liked me enough to acknowledge my presence, but…S***…I don’t even know if we talked after I came back. I know the battle here took everybody by surprise, I guess I don’t realize who left and who…well…couldn’t,” he says.
I understand his meaning. As a soldier, you can only control the lives of those who can leave. Those that can’t anymore…well…you can only bury those.
“The worst part is I don’t even know which one she was. Nonetheless, I guess I just wanted to see what it was like. Even now, I never forget looking up at this window as a student. How I got Ra I’ll never know. S***…it’s been a decade and I’m still imagining things like this,” he says.
“Just because nostalgia can blind doesn’t mean it’s entirely bad,” I say.
He looks at me with that smile of his. How the F**k can he smile when he’s the only one left?
I’ll never know. Nor do I wish to, quite frankly. It’s disturbing.
Admittedly respectful, in a way, but disturbing.
When he turns back to the window, I turn the camera off.
Why I was brought here, I do not know, but we’ve been sitting on the desk for fifteen minutes now. All Drake’s done is stare out the window at the admittedly fantastic view. The courtyard of the school we’re currently in lingers below, no doubt allowing whosever office this was a good shot of any troublemaking or…hell, whatever else students who dedicate their life to a children’s card game would do.
However, the horizon can’t be beat.
“This office belonged to the one woman who thought something of me,” Drake suddenly says.
I glance over at him, but don’t respond. Considering he continues to speak, I opt to remain silent.
“I’d like to say she liked me enough to acknowledge my presence, but…S***…I don’t even know if we talked after I came back. I know the battle here took everybody by surprise, I guess I don’t realize who left and who…well…couldn’t,” he says.
I understand his meaning. As a soldier, you can only control the lives of those who can leave. Those that can’t anymore…well…you can only bury those.
“The worst part is I don’t even know which one she was. Nonetheless, I guess I just wanted to see what it was like. Even now, I never forget looking up at this window as a student. How I got Ra I’ll never know. S***…it’s been a decade and I’m still imagining things like this,” he says.
“Just because nostalgia can blind doesn’t mean it’s entirely bad,” I say.
He looks at me with that smile of his. How the F**k can he smile when he’s the only one left?
I’ll never know. Nor do I wish to, quite frankly. It’s disturbing.
Admittedly respectful, in a way, but disturbing.
When he turns back to the window, I turn the camera off.