A Meeting of Lost Friends
The days had begun to mesh into one big blur. Or had they already? Could he really ever tell? Sigh. Apparently not. Nothing felt the same in this place. Nostalgia would often stab at his heart mercilessly, and every scene felt out of order. Had it been a year? Or was it two? Either way, he still found himself getting lost in the city on quite a few occasions, as he was still used to taking back alleys or hidden routes to get to his location. But now.. It was all organized for one’s liking, in square and orderly lots.
He was desperate to hold on to the memories of the past, refusing to let go and accepting what was around him now. Kou had taken control over the Kingdom of Balbadd, and now was reduced to nothing but territory for the empire. Everyone was stripped of what they once had, and given everything back in equal amounts. People were guaranteed clothing, food and a home no matter what class you were from. His friend Zaynab enjoyed the idea, and was happy with Hassan and her son. Surely, he should be happy too, right? Still.. indifference on it all was still settled inside him after such an extensive period of time.
The average routine for Kassim went the same as everyone else’s. Wake up, go to work, get paid, go home. Maybe an occasional visit to his friend’s home or a stop at the pub would be placed in, but not often. Everything was just a simple schedule, nothing more, nothing less. Few words left his mouth these days. Maybe he would express a cheerful greeting, or tell a new worker how to go about helping at the docks, but rarely more. Not much left his thoughts, and even when Zaynab may ask, it was easy to brush her off.
Was it such a bad life? Well, when his old childhood friend continued to plague his thoughts, it could be. Alibaba had simply left him here, escaping from this place with that wretched Sinbad, leaving him here behind. It made him furious, yet remorseful all the same. He often thought he would see his friend among the crowd, but a simple blink would bring him back to his senses. What was wrong with him?
A small ‘thank you’ was muttered from under his breath as the captain of a docking ship handed him some of that paper currency everyone used. The cash was stuffed into his bag before Kassim decided he be on his way back home. After all, with the sun beginning to set, walking home in the dark would appear suspicious to those patrolling the streets at night.
A glimpse of that golden blond hair was caught of the corner of his eye as he passed into the city. Aureolin eyes turned to dismiss the sight as a hallucination, but found himself distraught to find that it didn’t go away. That color stayed, and those familiar golden hues connected with his. Were his illusions beginning to become more vivid? His feet were frozen in place, and the few people that passed by weren’t even noticed by him. His throat went dry, shoulders becoming tense and eyes widened. He hadn’t said the words in so long, he’d almost forgotten how to say them.
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