the Premonition. the Consequence. the Resolution.


-Fate-

It was dark and stormy.
The windows rattled violently in the wind.
Even so, I ran out and embraced Papa.
His immense, rough hands stroked my long locks.
"Don't worry kiddo, I'll be back, I promise."
I felt smaller hands on my shoulders;
Mama pulled me away;
I saw the exhausted exasperation in her eyes,
Winced at the pained anger hidden there,
And stomached the horrific premonition.
I watched him drive away into the darkness;
I let him go.

Dawn broke to the ringing of a phone,
And Mama answered.
Too shocked to spill tears,
Her face went rigid, her hands shook slightly,
Her expression screamed regret.
The phone slipped from her fingers.
I should have listened to my gut,
Because Mother broke Papa's promise to me.

There is nothing she can say now, nothing she can do.
I held no hatred, feeling hollow inside.
As I watched her crumple, clutching her ringed finger,
I merely made a vow, to never become Mother.
To never feel what she did now,
To never throw away a chance,
To never be consumed by my emotions,
To never turn my back.
For it was too cruel of an existence, Fate.


A/N: Originally written by a friend for an assignment, it was re-written by me with permission. A collaboration of sorts, if you will. Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed!

-Azrik (& friend)