Re: Adventurers Unite! [Miserabilia]Mature

"Adventurers unite!" Lisa yells, brandishing her cardboard tube sword and her dustbin lid shield, and you prepare to engage in battle with a plethora of hellbeasts when you happen to glance over to the porch. You see your wife, now sitting up slightly, back straight and eyes alert; wide, pleading. She shakes her head wordlessly, and you relent, gingerly placing your own deadly weaponry on the ground, and telling Lisa that she can fight those demons herself, or ask that nice boy, what's his name - George? - from across the road to play with her. Her eyes start to brim with tears, bewildered and wounded. 

***

She enrols in dance classes at the age of eight, and she's eager to show you. You're excited too, of course. Gesturing, she explains that this part requires a lift, and a partner. Just this once, you think, and happily oblige. It's strenuous, more so than you expected, and halfway through your vision blurs and you have to let her down quickly, so that it's more like a drop. Lisa doesn't notice though, thank heavens, and runs off, possibly to practice some more or show her friends. Gasping heavily, you retreat to the sofa, while May reprimands you fearfully, her stricken face lined and teary. You kiss her gently and promise not to scare her again, thinking of Lisa and feeling a twinge of guilt. 

***

George starts coming round to the house more and more. You can't help but feel like you're being replaced, but when you see the easy smile on Lisa's face and the stress-free mirth streaming from May's mouth like the most sublime music, accompanied by clinking cutlery and tinkling laughter, what you feel most is relief. If they're happy, you think...

***

High school works for her. She always has some gaggle of girls nearby, hanging on her every word; but she studies too, and grades highly. She passed her driving test first time, and you were so proud that you almost didn't notice the tiny pang of sorrow that supplemented it. She's so independent now, and she looks more like her mother with every passing day.

***

More and more hospital visits, and less and less of Lisa. She's preparing to leave for college; somewhere far away, somewhere good. You're glad you can provide that, at least. A lachrymose parting of the ways: her arms drawn tight around you, she makes you promise to take your pills, and you make her promise to behave; you both laugh, weepy and without humour. Boxes disappear like fading photographs; her life awaits.

***

You catch but snatches of her life now, via fleeting visits during holidays, and stolen moments. She graduated college, and announced her engagement to George just six months previous. You walk her up the aisle, and hand over her life, which you never really had a place in, to a man you trust infinitely. She beams with joy, and even though you have to leave halfway through the reception, you're content.

***

Years pass, and you applaud her every achievement: the promotions, the publishings, everything. She has children - your grandchildren, and they're just as feisty as she was. Your smile weathers the onslaught of time, but your body doesn't. Still, look at this girl you brought into the world, this wonderful woman who blossoms and captivates, your perfect, eternal Lisa. You tell her this as she sobs by your bed, you stroke her hair and you tell her exactly how proud you are, how amazing she is, how much light she's always brought to your life.

The light fades, but Lisa shines, forever.

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