A Deep Sleep

[Razr]

'€œFor the most part everything comes and goes; there are only two exceptions that I know of; time and life. Neither come to any of us, but go away from all of us, sometimes I wonder if they are one in the same. It'€™s pointless to spend your time wondering if something is your fault, once it has passed, the thought simply becomes a time-sink, but here I am now doing exactly that. It bothers me that the seconds doing this have crept into minutes, hours; maybe I'€™ve even wasted my first year.

It'€™s hard not to think about such things when you'€™re holding onto the hand of someone you hold dear. Knowing they'€™re close by, but not quite here at the same time. Knowing this person was wondering where you were when they ended up as they are now. As the lone wolf, there'€™s nothing you can say to those who suffer consequences when they, just once, decide to conform to your methods, even if the end result isn'€™t a positive one.

Seeing her as she was now, made me remember something odd, but saddening. The way fear could seemingly take over a person'€™s life, bending them to the will of something else. It was ironic that a person who put their life on the line daily. Keeping one'€™s mind clear during these situations was tough, even if you had someone there to always tell you that they were there. I found myself wishing I could feel that fear again, so I could understand.'€


Those were Mason'€™s thoughts as he sat in a small chair, within a chilled hospital room, while his hands were wrapped around a much smaller one, belonging to a young woman sleep in her bed. He thought he felt tears in his eyes, but they never came.