Today, two years ago, we ended.
The last months of my life bled into the following eternity, as the snowy horizon bled into the cloudy sky; Snowchester, alone, afraid.
But that wasn’t our ending, was it?
Today, two years ago, we lived through a nightmare; but it’s only that. A nightmare.
I don’t know where you’ve gone, Toby, but I know you’re alive. I don’t know how you lived, Tommy, but I know you’re around. We were shook and awoken from our nightmare, and faced our soft ending with open arms. There was no nuke. There was no graveless resting place. The prison is empty and cold.
How blessed am I, in this life, to get one final glimpse of him. To be reunited after the worst night of our lives. To be scared, confused and lost, yet find our way back to each other.
How blessed am I to find inspiration in the strangest places. A teenage girl in her room, a teenage boy in the snow. To be tied together with a string through the veils we never imagined to shudder and open.
Today, two years ago, we began.
The fusion of two spirits, the memory of two lives. I do believe you were real somewhere, and live on with me. I only hope to be accepted, for every corner of my mind, including the ones I share with fantasy and history. The first step to moving on is acceptance, and I’ve accepted us.
Two years ago, we faught and we fused. Two years ago, I remembered every experience that you handed me, and I turned it into art. Two years ago we started working on something together that will change us forever; you gave me parts of your story, and I gave you parts of mine.
Thank you for inspiration, for creation, for love; though I never seem to give you the acceptance you gave me. I appreciate every second you spend with me, wether I say so or not. Thank you Toby, for finding me; thank you Jade for giving me a voice; and overall, thank everyone for creating something that’s nestled in my mind for the last 4 years.
In it’s absence, we grew stronger; that’s how I know the love is real.
