Johnathan “Trigger” Reily
Looking back now it seems like a dream…and maybe she was.
I can’t tell you how long its been, or how many people have died since, how many new souls have entered the world, willingly or otherwise. I can’t remember the last time i looked upon a sunset or sunrise without a sense of foreboding danger, maybe I’m jaded, maybe I’m crazy…its not for lack of trying, I kept tabs for while…a long while. But nothing seemed to change. Random nightmares about Megan and her piercing green eyes, greener in death then they were in life, echoing her loneliness and pity for me. Her sorrow, not for her own death, but for my soul. A jaded and torn soul that was once whole…that she made whole. That time has passed now and my road continues on without her. Ive tasted what life could have been, but as sweet as it was we were too early. This world isn’t ready for that kind of life, that kind of comfort, that kind of…happiness…or, is it that I’m not ready for it? I don’t pretend to know anymore, I’m here, she’s not. I’ll go on, and maybe, just maybe, when the sun sets on my last day and I stand upon the mounds of bodies I’ve crushed and lives I’ve destroyed, I’ll be high enough for her to hear me. And I’ll once again be able to see her, if even for a brief glimpse, through the bars that separate the people like her from the people like me, and tell her I’m sorry. I don’t really know what would be better…..