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The road goes on forever, and the silence is so heavy it feels like more snow. You know you have to keep driving, but you can’t remember where you started, or who you're supposed to be meeting.
❤Happy Valentine's Day!❤ Unfortunately this story is not very romantic. 😅 But I hope you'll like it anyway.🖖
Summary: Kathryn has to answer some of Seven's questions about her deception with Kashyk.
Takes place a couple of days after the episode "Counterpoint" (S05E10).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"The best way out is always through"
- Robert Frost
The Journey
Bone white knuckles rapped the door before it opened wide.
Just a courtesy, nothing more before Death stepped inside.
In a bed there laid a man and all his hairs were white.
Death took his hand and helped him stand and walk into the night.
"You're not afraid," Death remarked, “you haven’t shed a tear.”
The man’s voice echoed in the dark, “what have I to fear?”
“The end is nigh,” Death replied, “and there’s no going back. Most men gnash their teeth and cry and fight against the fact.
“The greatest fear of all mankind has never been my scythe, it’s been the limit to their time; the ending of their life.”
The old man grinned with seldom teeth and said, "I understand, but I don't see you as a thief, but an outcome always planned."
Now Death had scarcely met a soul as curious as this. And so, distracted from his role, he paused short of abyss.
"Your words are wise, my tired friend, regale me with a tale of how a man can meet his end and not once fear or quail."
The old man closed his tired eyes, and spoke both firm and frail, "Few have ever called me wise, but I will share my tale:
"I made a living baking cakes, the prettiest you could buy. The best one that I ever baked is one that caught her eye.
“Now I shan't profane her fairness with humble words like mine, but her beauty had a rareness that saturates your mind.
“The first words that she spoke are: 'Does it make you glum, to know your precious works of art will all end up as crumbs?'
“I laughed, I'd never thought that way, but this was my reply: 'I suppose we must live for today, for tomorrow we die.'
“Months went by, we fell in love and life was verve and bliss. Even now, I daydream of her presence and her kiss.
“I saved up and I bought a ring with hopes to make her mine. But when I knelt, she slowly blinked and then she started crying.
“She told me of a rare disease she didn't have much time. Too scared to tell me lest I leave she kept it all inside.
“I held her that entire day; we wept a salty sea. But I told her 'We are here today, and that's enough for me.'
“Within a month I kissed my bride, the best day of my life. I swept her off her feet in pride and carried home my wife.
“Months went by, her health was poor; I rarely left her side. That's when you knocked on the door and helped her end the fight.
“Many folk have called me mad to put myself through that. And yes, today, I am still sad but that does not detract from every moment that we spent, the treasures of my days, just because each moment ends doesn't mean they go away.
“When everyhing begins or ends is hardly meaningful. Its beauty and value extends past time's constant pull.
“And so I find myself with Death but what have I to fear? I've enjoyed my every breath and lived my life in cheer.
“This ending does not change my past; my value won't decline. By simply being real I last in some moment of time."
Now Death had rarely shed a tear but now he shed a few. He thanked the man with words sincere and two friends bid adieu.
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my weekend was more than i could ask for 🤍 forever grateful for the noise and the quiet as they form balance. ase.