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Every Year 3: Once A Year
Posted:
01.04.2006
It was that time of the year
again….more like that day of the year.
The day the whole mansion was abuzz with barely
contained anticipation.
The teachers, some of whom had been students
themselves knew it just as well as the students.
The day he came….HIM. The old man of the mansion.
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PAST
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HIM
He remembers that day as if it were yesterday.
He relives it everyday… the pain is as strong as
ever.
They were together….until that day.
They were teammates, then friends, then family and
then….in a blink of an eye….
She was gone.
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HER
She remembers that day as if it were yesterday.
She relives it everyday…the years have numbed the
pain.
They were together….until that day.
They were teammates, then friends, then family and
then….in a blink of an eye….
She was gone…..and so was he.
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PRESENT
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HIM
He is back, year to the day when he last was here.
Once a year he comes back….Why? To meet her…and to
take in HER.
She is still around here somewhere….just as she is
everywhere….just not next to him.
He can still feel her smooth skin. How silk flowed
over it, her unique naturally sweet scent. How he
used to love mixing his with hers, making it
something even more special….his and hers, theirs.
Her large, expressive sapphire blue eyes. How he
used to love diving and getting lost in them. How he
still wants to get lost in them…..and how he can’t.
They were the perfect couple, even their friends
said so….ying and yang. Two have, separately
incomplete, but together they made beauty.
She soothed his savage beast, her sight, scent or
voice enough to silence it….while he, he gave the
emotional freedom that she so craved, providing an
outlet for her strict control.
They were naturals, both working in perfect rhythm
with each other. She ruled the skies while he the
earth. Mother Nature’s children taking care of her.
They were perfect.
Too bad perfection does not last…..just as theirs
didn’t.
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SHE
He is back, year to the day when he last was here.
Once a year he comes back….Why? To meet her…and to
take in HER.
She knows why he comes around. He still cares, he
always will. After all, they are family.
She remembers riding his tails, following him
wherever he went…wanting to be just like him. If he
combed his hair one way, she would do the same. He
wore his leather jacket; she would want to do the
same. He smoked his Cuban cigar; she tried to do the
same….and got hell for it and so did he…from HER.
Be like HER, he used to tell her. But no, she had to
be like him….just like him.
Now…now she is just like HER.
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FUTURE (Soon)
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“Good morning Miss,” the children greet her.
“Good morning students,” she greets back, not
failing to notice that their eyes are on the door.
He is going to come soon….The old man of the
mansion.
Today is his day….they all know….they all wait.
He is already here, she can smell him.
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Minutes into the class, there is a knock on the
door….a moment’s silence and hell breaks loose.
“Its him, its him,” the children cry out. “Its Mr.
Logan.”
“Sssh, quiet down,” she silences them, her own eyes
filling with tears.
“But miss…we want to meet Mr. Logan,” the tiniest
girl in the class squeaks from her chair. She
remembers Mr. Logan, she waits for him….every year.
Why?
Because she has claws of her own….They are just bony
growths of her knuckles but everyone calls them
claws as does she now with pride rather than shame,
and it all because of Mr. Logan. Everyone used to
tease her, make fun of her, but that was before Mr.
Logan…before he came to her class and showed his
own. Since that day, no one teases her.
Since that day, they are cool…..she is cool.
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Silencing the class, she steps out and instantly
feels years younger, a barely teenaged girl herself.
“Howya darlin’?” His ageless eyes light up at her.
“Good,” her tears don’t seem to stop…..don’t want to
stop, and its alright with her.
“Been to see her,” he says knowing that he does not
need to. She knows him too well for that.
“How is she?” She asks, knowing what the answer is
going to be. He’s been to see HER….just like always,
once a year.
“Good,” on their own accord, his lips curve up in a
smile.
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“Hair’s grown longer,” he raises a hand to her head,
running it over her silken tresses, just as he did
years ago.
“Ummm-hmmm,” she automatically leans into his
caress, her tearful eyes glimmering with love and
affection.
“You like it?” She throatily.
“Hmmm,” he nods, both because it reminds him of HER
and because it looks good on….anything looks good on
her, just as it did on HER.
….on the mother of the woman standing before him.
….on his ‘Ro, his Windrider.
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Hours later,
Having spent his time with the wide eyed children,
their complete attention on the man who is a legend
among legends, one the pioneer x-men, the only one
still living, he is now lounging by the lake where
he had spent so many years of his life here, first
alone, then with HER, then with both them, HER and
her, ‘Ro and Kendall….and then after she left him
and he left this place….alone.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he had already caught
her scent as she rode the air currents to him, just
like her mother.
He remains silent as she landed and settled down
next to him, resting her head against his shoulder.
“I miss her,” he no longer has any problem with
expressing his softer emotions, not with her, not in
front of his cupcake, the child for whom he could do
no wrong, the same child who now almost fifty years
later is the headmistress of the same school she had
grown up and studied in.
She does not say I miss her too, because she
does not need to say, he knows she misses HER,
misses her mother.
“I’ll see...I’ll….” He hesitates as he finds the
correct words, not because ‘see’ is a wrong word,
but because he sees her always, everywhere, she is
always with him, but without actually being with
him. “We’ll be together….soon.”
“Yes,” she does answer to that. Even though it pains
her heart, she does. Already having lost one parent,
she does not want to lose the other. Yet she knows
that he is no longer alive, he is merely
existing….except for this one day of the year.
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Soon….too soon in fact, the time for his departure
arrives. The children have gone to sleep, as have
almost all the other mansion residents.
“See you soon.” Her words are both a statement and a
question, and maybe even something else...a plea.
“Sure kid,” his wizened, weathered eyes take in her
regal appearance for one last time. She is so much
like her mother that it sometimes pains him, reminds
him of his loss, his wait. Twenty years he has been
without her, waiting the day when he leaves this
mortal realm and maybe if his luck holds, join HER
in haven.
He does not trust his luck; its been shitty more
often than not. What he trusts is his love for
her….and he knows that it is true.
Getting on his trusty decades old Harley, he rides
off into the next day’s rising sun, only stopping
once to look back at his daughter still standing by
the gates….and the silhouette of her mother standing
behind her, as if guarding her and waiting…waiting
for his next return.
Maybe that one will be his final, one that will
bring them together.
“See you soon ‘Ro,” he murmurs into the wind, its
near silent tone as if whispering to him.
“See you soon my love.”
Note: Got the inspiration for
this from the ‘Past Prime’ graphical preview of the
‘Wolverine: The End’ miniseries.
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