The Lives We Left Behind
"Friends show their love in times of trouble, not happiness" – Euripides
There once existed a mysterious, enigmatic parallel world beyond the knowledge of humans. No scientific principle, discovered or otherwise, could firmly establish the exact purpose for this realm or its existence. This realm took the shape of a cold, lonely forest. Often times, the sky would be gray and dismal, and the sun would be obscured by great clouds of gloom. At times, a small, subtle snow shower would sprinkle the forest and a cool wind would circulate the land. At night, the clouds would clear and the moon would hang over the forest, illuminating through the darkest of shadows.
Within this plane of existence, there was a plethora of odd and colorful beings, each with their own distinct personality traits and characteristics. They all shared an avid interest in writing, horror, and storytelling. At times, they would engage in conversations regarding their lives or their interests. Other times, it would full-out anarchy and there would be absolutely no control over what occurred.
We will now venture into the past, as there was once a great tragedy that occurred between two beings that dwelled in this cold, barren forest. This tale is a story of loss, tragedy, romance, and friendship.
A long, long time ago…
A being slowly strode into the forest, unknown to the mysteries and the surprises that awaited him. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a black hoodie, with the hood on his head. The face obscured his face, and his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the cowl.
He loved wearing hoodies. They were his favorite type of clothing. In time, he became known to these beings as "Hoodie" due to his infatuation with them.
The others being welcomed him warmly, and took a liking to him quite rapidly. Soon, Hoodie became a frequent visitor to the forest, stirring up discussions about philosophy, literature, myths, horror, and other such things.
The beings in there were an angry cat, a being who's mouth never shut, a little ball of curiosity, an asymmetrical oddity, a proto, a purple haunted entity, and various others.
A few entities even stated that he was, "the most intelligent being to grace the forest". He knew that his cold, lonely forest would become his home away from home.
One day, he went about his daily routine, walked into the forest and being greeted by the various entities that surrounded him. His eyes scanned the area, as every time he would come to the forest, he would see new faces as well as old ones. He discerned that some of them were good, others were bad.
But this time, his eyes fell on one particular entity that was not like the others. No, this one was different, much different.
All of the other beings surrounded her, as they listened to her engage in discussions about philosophy, life, and poetry.
She had an alluring essence to her, like some sort of concealed wisdom or knowledge that no one else knew. She had a quiet, shy demeanor and her very presence made everything somewhat soothing.
Her skin gave off a subtle glow, like a glow that resembled the moon.
Hoodie studied her carefully (perhaps she did the same to him), and for some reason, he sensed a sort of sadness within her, a sadness that perhaps only a select few knew of.
This entity was called The Spirit. The Spirit was a well-known being, her intelligence surpassing many of the other entities whom had befriended her. Not all, but most.
He listened to her conversations, and he was amazed at how knowledgeable she was. He couldn't resist to join in and ask her questions regarding her beliefs and her interests.
Soon, they both became good friends and discussed about topics related to philosophy and various theories surrounding it. At times, the two would bring their conversations to the other beings, and they all participated in the conversations. They had some interesting ideas, but none of them were as interesting as the ones The Spirit had to say, in Hoodie's eyes.
One fateful day, however, tragedy struck when news was heard that an evil, cheddar-devouring tyrant had chased several of the beings away from the forest due to a misunderstanding. To Hoodie's chagrin, one of them was The Spirit.
Depressed and a bit heart-broken, Hoodie inquired the other beings as to how he could reach her. Sadly, many of them did not know how to.
With a heavy heart, Hoodie came to accept the fact that The Spirit had disappeared into obscurity, and he would never see his beloved friend again.
He tried to instigate more topics regarding philosophical views to the other beings, but alas, none of them wanted to keep it up like The Spirit did, making him miss her even more.
Just when he thought he was never going to see her again, she made a return to the forest! The cheese tyrant confessed that he had been a bit harsh with a few of the beings, and sincerely apologized for his hasty act.
Hoodie was filled with joy with seeing the return of his intellectual friend, but…he sensed something different about her. He sensed that sadness had grown in size, and she scarcely seemed to be in the mood for philosophical conversations. At one point, he secretly thought she was angry at him.
He also sensed that the sadness in her had increased exponentially. Of course, he didn't inquire this information from her, as he had considered proper etiquette.
At one point, The Spirit's visits to the forest decreased, which made Hoodie a bit sad. He remembered all of the wonderful conversations those two had together, and he missed her.
He himself would have left the forest too, had it not been for that one other being.
It was a purple, demonic werewolf
The demonic, purple werewolf wasn't exactly an ideal candidate for philosophical discussion, but nevertheless, she was very sweet and cuddly, which was something Hoodie secretly wanted.
A secret wish that Hoodie wanted was a very close friend, one who he knew wouldn't change or abandon him. That sort of friend is extremely rare, but he wanted one like that.
The purple wolf seemed to be very sweet, caring, and gave him dozens of hugs and kisses a day. He did likewise, and the two, for a time, were happy together.
But as time progressed, he noticed that the purple, demonic werewolf had begun to change. She began running away to secret areas of the forest to engage in questionable activity with another being, a being that resembled, strangely enough, a bush.
One day, the Bush told Hoodie what had happened between him and the Werewolf, and although he pretended to laugh it off, it made him very upset on the inside.
Of course, he didn't breathe a word of it to the Demonic Werewolf. Every time he hinted at it, she would pretend she'd have no idea what he was talking about. Whenever the Bush was alluding to these encounters in front of Hoodie, she would hush him as if it were forbidden knowledge.
But Hoodie knew what was going on, and it distressed him. So much, in fact, that he contemplated on abandoning the forest just as his former friend had.
One day, he saw the purple demonic werewolf scurry away to the Bush, abandoning him in the darkness. Hoodie sat on top of a rock, with a few tears sliding down his cheeks.
He questioned himself as to what he had done to make her do this. He had no idea, and he knew that she didn't care. This hurt him very much.
When suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in the background. With eyes still full of tears, he turned his head slightly, and he saw that it was The Spirit.
She, too, had an overwhelming amount of lament spread on her face. In many ways, she appeared ready to burst into tears too.
Quickly drying his tears, he approached her, and he heard her mention that a friend of hers was no longer speaking to her for reasons that she did not understand. It sounded very familiar. Others were offering to help her out, but she rejected most of them.
Hoodie made a simple offer to help, maybe talk things over. She didn't respond to him, so he merely shook his head in sadness and walked away back to his lonely corner, to weep again over the loss of his friendship with the werewolf.
Suddenly, The Spirit came over to him and poured out all of the sadness that she had accumulated this entire time. With eyes full of tears, she began explaining how she felt treated unfairly by the universe, and that she was miserable without this friend.
Understanding why she felt so upset, Hoodie immediately consoled her and informed her that everything would be alright. That the pain would subside and that this friend of hers would return to her.
To sympathize with her and make her feel less lonely, he told her his situation, regarding the purple werewolf, that he too was sad that this friend of his had abandoned him and he had no idea what he had done to allow this sort of thing to happen. If anything, this was what he was trying to prevent.
Both friends wept with each other that night, over the so-called "friends" who had forsaken them.
Soon, the Spirit began re-visiting the forest, to speak with many of her former friends, Hoodie being one of them. Secretly, although she was suffering, Hoodie was very happy to be with his friend again.
She often spoke of the good times she had with this friend, and he would do likewise. It was obvious that The Spirit loved this particular friend very much, because she spoke of them constantly. Hoodie could see that, and he was always willing to listen to her no matter what.
This was primarily due to the fact that Hoodie understood the pain of being alone and abandoned. But a secret reason was because Hoodie had a small crush on the Spirit. He thought she was lovely, brilliant, and intelligent. He didn't dare a say a word of this to her, because he knew the feeling wouldn't be mutual, and because she was in love with this particular friend.
So, he quietly admired her from afar.
Regardless, he felt the need to make her happy. He knew that that's what a true friend does, and he considered the Spirit to be one of his closest, if not, the closest.
One night, when the Spirit had left the forest, Hoodie stayed behind. He laid out among the starry night-sky and gazed at them, in awe at their sparkling beauty. For some reason, whenever he stared into the night sky and observed the stars and the moon, he thought of the Spirit.
He thought about what she had said about this former friend, and he made a small poem about it. He whipped out a notebook and a pen, and he wrote it down.
He described how these two friends were like two stars in the night sky, and despite its vastness and infinite size, they had found each other.
He presented it to the Spirit, and she enjoyed it very much.
The Spirit and Hoodie both comforted each other when they were in pain. The Spirit and Hoodie both came to love each other as good friends, because they were both there for each other when all hope seemed lost.
The Spirit had informed things to Hoodie that she often kept private to others, and Hoodie did likewise. Both friends promised not to tell others these secrets, and a sort of bond held them together.
For 90 agonizing days, Spirit grieved over the loss of her friend. And for 90 days, Hoodie was right there for her. Not once did he ever grow tired of her speaking about them. He was willing to listen faithfully and provide any kind of support he needed.
During the course of this time, Hoodie tried his best to make the Spirit smile as she waited for her special friend. He would listen to her, exchange music with her, make her laugh (or try to, anyway) and just be with her.
…anything for the being that he loved and made him feel happier when he was depressed.
It was also during the course of this time that a few friends of The Spirit, Hoodie being one of them, began to grow agitated at the silence of this friend.
One of them, an angry cat, sent him an angry letter inquiring as to why they haven't responded to The Spirit. Subsequently, the friend left a message on a tree, stating that nobody had the right to judge him on how to end a friendship.
Feeling anger and resent towards their message and how heart-broken the Spirit was, Hoodie immediately ran over to this friend's lair (The Spirit had let him know where it was), and set fire to it. He laughed at witnessing the friend burning and clueless as to what or why his domain was set ablaze.
He felt it cruel and unjust as to how they left her waiting. As a response, the friend insulted the Spirit, and Hoodie felt that it was his fault.
The Spirit immediately intercepted this belief, and she concluded that this friend was just a jerk, a sniveling coward. Hoodie agreed, but he knew in his heart that she was still upset over her loss.
So, he tried his best to convince that this friend was not good enough for her, that she was far superior than they were. She refuted it frequently, but Hoodie knew the truth. She was far indeed better than the friend, and he told her that she hold herself so low.
Nowadays, the Spirit seems a bit happier and jovial. Hoodie was glad that she was. He had seen her sad for so long, he felt she needed to smile a bit after all that's happened.
So, Hoodie quietly stayed admiring her from afar. Just as long as she was happy, then he felt his job is done. And Hoodie was forever grateful to The Spirit for him helping her throughout his own suffering as well.