01-28-2019, 09:45 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Like the others, Tiphon unattached himself and wandered on his own. The wounds, even under their prying eyes, continued to stitch and heal until nothing more remained from the attack. As hideous as the moment had been, it was also a blessing. Somehow, in the midst of the chaos and his blood spilling, Tiphon regained the memory that he had lost. Everything rushed back to him, breaking through the dam and flooding every crevice and corridor of his mind. There was the Dale, Talulah, Elysteria, and his children. There was Ischia and Wallace and Ashley. There was no stopping the influx of images as they poured into the forefront of his mind. One by one, he sifted through and remembered each moment – both horrific and beautiful – of his seemingly endless life.
There was love and heartache, disappointment and joy. Forced breaths punctuate every flashback in attempt to remain composed, but it’s so difficult. His eyes clench shut in preparation for the next onslaught as the sun beats down on his back. While he wants to remember again, he dreads and hates how his heart trembles.
Tiberios was killed, his body left on the Beach.
He left his loves.
He failed everyone.
When another lungful of salty air is drawn in, he notes a subtle hint of his past. Elysteria, a beautiful woman he gave his heart to, is among the palms. Such a coward he is, however, as a step is taken away from her direction out of shame and fear. He cannot – will not – disrupt the life that she has developed in his absence. It would be so selfish of him to intrude and to expect her to fold into him like she once had… but the desire is still there, thrumming beneath his skin. One day, he promises himself, but not today – not when he is surrounded by unrest and uncertainty.
With a weary sigh, Tiphon veers toward the heart of the island, not knowing where else to go nowadays.
There was love and heartache, disappointment and joy. Forced breaths punctuate every flashback in attempt to remain composed, but it’s so difficult. His eyes clench shut in preparation for the next onslaught as the sun beats down on his back. While he wants to remember again, he dreads and hates how his heart trembles.
Tiberios was killed, his body left on the Beach.
He left his loves.
He failed everyone.
When another lungful of salty air is drawn in, he notes a subtle hint of his past. Elysteria, a beautiful woman he gave his heart to, is among the palms. Such a coward he is, however, as a step is taken away from her direction out of shame and fear. He cannot – will not – disrupt the life that she has developed in his absence. It would be so selfish of him to intrude and to expect her to fold into him like she once had… but the desire is still there, thrumming beneath his skin. One day, he promises himself, but not today – not when he is surrounded by unrest and uncertainty.
With a weary sigh, Tiphon veers toward the heart of the island, not knowing where else to go nowadays.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION