Gods: Checkpoint: Someone Else's.


Two young lovers, head-on-chest, smiling. Enjoying the moment.

“I love this song.”

“No, just listen.”

Swaying softly, in the breeze, young lovers on a night to remember.

“Can we never change this?”


“Can we never change this moment? Can we just go on like this forever?”

A heartbeat, slow and steady, beating rythmically as they sway. Back and forth, back and forth, gently, softly, constantly.

“I think people would miss us.”

“But, when you go, you're going for good. We both know that. Can't you just stay here, with me, forever?”

“I... I can't...”

Light cast on faces from fireworks. New Year's celebrations on an outcropping in Towen. A lonely bit of dirt on a mountainside, where all the kids come to kick back and smile and stare into the eyes of the people they dare to spend a moment with. A lonely bit of dirt on a mountainside, where the kids aren't always pure of intention but it doesn't really matter. When you're fifteen, you're not caring about intentions.

“I have to go. It's three years at the Aollo Military Trainer Academy. People would kill to be in my shoes. You applied, didn't you?”

“But I didn't get in.”

A young lover, pulling away, placing distance between them. Sighing for the boy going to the academy.

“I'm sorry. I have to.”

A young lover slowly opening the car door, sitting on the same old seat.

“I think we should go.”
“Look, I...”

“Indigo, look at me. I don't really want to be having this conversation right now.”

“I'm sorry.”

Indigo Sepia, aged fifteen, at the wheel of a car.

“I'll take you home.”

“Promise me you'll come back someday.”

“I hope so.”




Fuschia closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what had made her think about it. A vision she'd seen while Sepia was sleeping, a memory that managed to surface even when he couldn't get to them. She stood before the PC, readying herself.

Krystal's instructions had been clear. Just put in the disc, and step into the light.

I'll be right there, Sepia. Hang on.

The End

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