A Certain Someone's Memories

[a_gentle_boy]

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I'm sorry for what happened.  I didn't mean any of it, of course, b-but.  It still happened . . .  And I still did what I did.  I don't know if I can really apologize enough.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry . . .

[There is sniffling for a few moments before Lucas seems to calm down.]

I don't know if I can make up for it . . . But I heard people are still hurt after everything that happened.  I can try to heal you if you want . . . I know people will ask, but it's kinda . . . it's magic.  And I can fix blindness, too . . .

I'm really, really sorry.

[After this call, Lucas can be found sitting on his front porch looking extremely dejected.  He is aimlessly throwing a yo-yo back and forth, and although he's not doing anything particularly impressive, he seems to have some skill.]

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You want me to be honest? I don't think you'll change. I don't think anything I do will change that a million years from now, the Nowhere Islands will be wiped out.

But I hope you can change. I hope you'll find a friend who can show you what things like friendship and love are. I hope that no one else in the world is ever as lonely as you'll become again. So as long as I can hope these things, why should I stop trying?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Because perception is as much a point of change as the person actually changing. Even if I do somehow change, you'll always refuse to acknowledge I did. I guess in part what I'm saying is that, if you want me to change, how do I know you're not going to just go warning people about something I haven't even done yet and to avoid me, thus making a much larger hurdle for me to have any chance of changing considering I might have the whole damn town against me at that point?

I just don't understand why you keep hoping for something you have no hope will happen.

But I will admit it's pissing me off with you saying there's something I can't do. That's what really gets me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's between the two of us. No one even knows about anything that happened in my home except Mr. Netherlands. And maybe Miss Alice if she's a good guesser. But I don't talk about it, and if you don't want me to say anything, just say so. It's not like you're behaving differently around other people to trick them.

And why can't I still hope for something even if I don't think it's very likely? I didn't say you can't do it. I said I don't think you will.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's your choice kid. In the end I don't give a crap.

Yeah? Bet you I will.

[He's barely listening to you on that point. As far as he's concerned, right now this is just another game for him.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

What? You bet you'll . . . Um. Sure. We'll bet.

If you win, you can have the yo-yo. If you lose, you, um. End up with a pretty bad punishment anyway so I guess I'll just kick you in the shin or something.

. . . That's a joke.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He simply lifts his nose haughtily, getting a better grip on his maps as he turns and starts to leave.]

Whatever. I'm totally going to win my yo-yo back, jerkwad.

[And he proceeds to stomp off, the earlier topic about WHY and HOW he was going to win his yo-yo back completely forgotten. Clearly, just trying to win some game against a kid he barely knew was that important to him.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

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Bye.

[Lucas has no idea what just happened, but he thinks it was a good thing. Maybe.]