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Haven thought the future. Or more clearly, a future of infinite possibilities that traveled to his brain the most. He thought of a more peaceful world that wasn't contorted and raked of life by invaders. A freedom to move from land to land without fear of being shot. A rebuilding of a world shaken around since childhood.
But he thought smaller... No, that was wrong... He thought more intimately about his life. A home, a family, a rest. He saw a magazine of comics, including one of a spy couple with a supernatural daughter and a friendly giant of a dog. The battles and scars didn't squeeze the tears out of him like this did. The idea of a normal, healthy family on adventures and loving life.
He cleared his throat and picked his head up, thinking about the mess he was currently in, and took it one step at a time. It seemed too painful, these fantasies, using his imagination to fool him when he could very likely make a mistake that could ruin him.
And yet, isn't that kept him going, these dreams of something better? Well, that and food and oxygen. He may go further in his love, but the present requires him to be realistic. He may have a child and a pet, but he had to practice for the responsibility. And with all of this going on? As if he needed to have a heart attack before 40.
He kept these images in a folder next to memories. Untouched but close. Maybe items of the past could be brought back to life, and the future could hold memories to treasure. Maybe the unknown didn't have to be painful to imagine as long as he chose which path to take. It would hurt no matter what, and sacrifices would be inevitable, but he was determined to make it a future only his heart could create.
