Land of Shadows (2.08) Shadow of the One That Got Away Dec 3, 2020 22:54:21 GMT -5
Post by Stormm on Dec 3, 2020 22:54:21 GMT -5
Running a hand through his beard, the man who for the last several years fought his way off the streets of Lansing to an apartment in Detroit, and all the way to the Nation’s capital, stood on the front porch of a cliche perfect American house. Green grass and trees surrounded by a white picket fence, a mailbox out front with the name Meyer on the side, a large covered porch in front of the two story home in the suburbs of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
His left hand remained clenched, not necessarily into a fist, but perhaps grasping onto something important. With the hand he had corrected his braided hair several times, and run through his beard just as many, finally worked up the courage to ring the doorbell.
Unsure why he was there, all he knew was that the woman he followed back to that very house a few days prior had sparked something within him that he didn’t know was there. A memory of a memory long forgotten, but once again found. Her name, he still drew blanks on, and was still very much in the dark as to how they may have known each other.
As he impatiently waited for someone to answer the door, he knocked hesitantly to accompany ringing the doorbell a second time and unclenched his left fist enough to peek at the trinket that he still had that matched the memory the woman had sparked.
Just as he was about to give up on anyone being home, the front door cracked open, and the softest, most innocent voice he could ever remember hearing answered. “Hello?”
The sight of a child was a shock to the man, for unknown reasons, and he smiled. “Hey there.” He said, still caught off-guard by the little brunette girl staring up at him with her emerald green eyes. “Is your mom home?” He asked.
She smiled up at the man and nodded her head, and with no mistrust at all, turned and scampered back off inside the house, leaving the front door just cracked. From within the home he could hear the woman’s daughter calling out for her. “Mom! There’s a giant at the door who said he’s here to rescue you!” Her summon was followed by the sweetest little giggle.
“Your imagination never stops, does it?” A woman’s voice called back out to the little girl with a chuckle, as footsteps could be heard making their way to the front. “Kayden, what have I told you about leaving the door open like this? And go tell Christopher that dinner is almost ready!” She yelled out to her daughter once moor as she glanced through the crack in the front door as she went to close it, but did not expect to actually see a man standing there.
“Oh my.” She was startled, but quickly opened the door further. “I’m so sorry, you startled me. I didn’t expect anyone to actually be there.” She admitted. “Can I help you?”
Her voice remained calm, and nothing about the first impression suggested that she knew who the man was at all. The only thing noticeable, other than the shock of him standing there, was a slight wide-eyed look as she looked up at the large man standing before her. “I’m honestly not sure that you can.” He said to her, and her amazement turned to guarded curiosity as he noticed the door close ever so slightly. “Do I look familiar to you at all?”
She took a moment to collect herself, but the peaceful and friendly nature of the neighborhood in which she lived, still didn’t cause her any alarm, and she did her best to be civil and helpful. “Sorry, sir, I can’t say that you do.” Her voice trailed off a little towards the end of her statement, as a man she hadn’t thought of in years popped back into her head. “Though, I can’t say I’ve seen too many guys your size this up close before.” Her voice cracked.
From inside the house, an adult male’s voice could be heard calling out for the woman. “Hey Kyra, how long before grub?”
She signed, but quickly answered back. “Ten or fifteen minutes.” There was no answer back, just the sound of a door closing somewhere in the home.
Nodding his head, as the situation continued to play out in the unfavorable way he pictured it in his head, the only hope he had was the memento that he’d held onto all those years would somehow tie everything together. Everything from a past life that had been lost or taken from him, would come rushing back. “What about this, does this look familiar to you at all?”
Opening his large hand, he revealed the memento that he’d had a death grip on the whole time. A silver locket, larger than most average lockets that are worn on chains around your neck, this one was shaped like a flattened diamond, no point on the bottom. On the face of the silver memory were two K’s, side by side, with the second one mirrored next to the first.
The woman’s mouth dropped, and before her gaze could even shift from the locket back up to the man’s eyes, tears had started to form in her eyes. She reached out with her right hand and placed it on the man’s forearm.
Her touch, her name, and the names of her children; they were a combination to a locked safe of memories that flooded back into his mind. Instantly, gaps of his life filled in, but not just of memories he knew for sure were real, but also of some memories that had been suppressed for years, and again were revealed to him. She moved her hand down to the locket, and while he was still grasping it, she too grabbed ahold of it as well, and they both smiled at each other.
“K-Kaden?!” Her voice quivered as she asked.
“That’s not who I am anymore.” He proclaimed, letting go of the keepsake that the both of them had both latched onto. Nudging her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he shook his head. “I’m not sure that’s who I ever was.” He continued to recall memories with his former companion, as memories he wasn’t sure were even his own continued to pour in as well.
“All this time, I…” She paused. “I thought you were…” Kyra couldn’t even finish her thought.
“Me too.” He admitted. “Me too.”
...Shadow of the One That Got Away...
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