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willbeurprincess) wrote2012-07-16 02:33 am
willbeurprincess) wrote2012-07-16 02:33 am
Simple Choice
A simple choice.
It was a simple choice, they claimed. Mayfield has no simple choices. Even after the world crumbles around them and all that is left is the ruins of a town they can hope to revive, Mayfield can never be simple.
You could return home. Be free of this place and all your baggage. But you would never recall this place. You would forget everyone you met, the alliances forged and relationships begun or rekindled. Or you could stay. You could begin life anew in this place. You would remember all you meet. All you loved here. But you could never go home. You would stay here for the rest of your days.
Koharu never asked them their answer. The choice had been made for them, in the people they could feel from home. They were never going to stay. They were always going to forget her. She could have cried or begged but it wouldn't have dropped what was going to happen all along.
So she said her goodbyes. To Cuba, the father she had forgotten. To Ukraine, the mother she would miss for all time. To Poland, the mischievous gossipy best friend she had never had. To Lithuania, the first man she had ever loved.
And it would be okay, she thought, even as tears ran down her cheeks and a sob welling up that she refused to let them hear. It would be okay, she whispered in the silence as they disappeared.
It would be okay because she would remember. She would remember each and every one of her friends each and every day in this broken little town, and be content knowing their fates. They all lived lives longer than she could dream and she had seen a part of that life. It would be okay.
It had been a simple choice.
It was a simple choice, they claimed. Mayfield has no simple choices. Even after the world crumbles around them and all that is left is the ruins of a town they can hope to revive, Mayfield can never be simple.
You could return home. Be free of this place and all your baggage. But you would never recall this place. You would forget everyone you met, the alliances forged and relationships begun or rekindled. Or you could stay. You could begin life anew in this place. You would remember all you meet. All you loved here. But you could never go home. You would stay here for the rest of your days.
Koharu never asked them their answer. The choice had been made for them, in the people they could feel from home. They were never going to stay. They were always going to forget her. She could have cried or begged but it wouldn't have dropped what was going to happen all along.
So she said her goodbyes. To Cuba, the father she had forgotten. To Ukraine, the mother she would miss for all time. To Poland, the mischievous gossipy best friend she had never had. To Lithuania, the first man she had ever loved.
And it would be okay, she thought, even as tears ran down her cheeks and a sob welling up that she refused to let them hear. It would be okay, she whispered in the silence as they disappeared.
It would be okay because she would remember. She would remember each and every one of her friends each and every day in this broken little town, and be content knowing their fates. They all lived lives longer than she could dream and she had seen a part of that life. It would be okay.
It had been a simple choice.