The me I wanted to be. pt 3
“Macaque!” Wukong screamed in horror as he watched Macaque sink into the ground below him.
His head screamed for him to move and he suddenly dove on to the ground, grazing his knuckles in the process.
He’d hoped to snatch the shadow monkey back from the ravenous void that claimed Macaque like he had done before so many times when they fought.
Only this time he couldn’t.
As the last wisps of shadow where sent cascading into the air to dance on the evening breeze, Wukong came to the startling realisation.
He screamed out their name once more “MACAQUE!” drawing it out for as long as he had air in his lungs, perhaps hoping his voice would reach the other, would pull them back.
He remained on the ground for some time sobbing into the earth uncontrollably, chest heaving with wet sorrowing hiccups.
This was far worse than last time, now he had to face the consequences of this death head on.
There was no hiding with his master or fellow despises to mask the soul shattering ache, no long winded journey to ease his mind of his heinous act. No advice to sooth his broken soul, their voices had long been silenced by time.
His grief seeming to merge with that of the past, giving waves to new heartache knowing that if only he hadn’t ended the other then, the events now quiet possibly may have never happened.
He realised now how true Macaque’s words were, as he reeled in his new seeming never ending loneliness.
It was an emotion that he thought he had locked away a long time ago.
Behind the walls of distant time, sealed behind the vault of his subconscious with no chance of resurfacing.
However it seemed, Macaque was the lost key and with Wukong witnessing his death the seven time immortal now, was truly alone.
As he lingered on the faint memories of better times, the last bout of his hope started to dim along with any and all will he had to continue on.
Then, a quiet chuckle had him springing up right. He looked into sky before him, face still wet with rolling tears.
Wukong took a shaky breath, thinking over what had just been whispered into his ear “Let’s meet again, someday”
The last of the shadows faded with the light.
Leaving Wukong kneeling alone, but somehow less then before.
A flicker of hope spurring with in him.
It was all one big cycle, and eventually it like all things they end and in some way they start again.
(Notes, the last image is my far my fav, just Wukong suffering tee he ain’t I a stinker. Either way this is the end I feel like I could have done better both writing and drawing, I might even rewrite this and post it on Ao3, either way thanks for reading.)
