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May. 26th, 2011
[Forsaken] Expectation
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inquis.livejournal.comIt was clear when John demonstrated such an interest in that book that he was not our usual customer. Not only that, but he showed an interest in me. I attempted to answer his questions correctly, even though they seemed a rather strange collection of topics. He seemed to draw closer to me, staring intensely as if he were trying to see deep into my soul. It is so rare to meet someone who is not afraid to probe beneath the surface and I found myself drawn to him.
With more questions than answers lingering in my thoughts, he left, promising to return in the evening. This he did and he asked me more about the information I had. He confirmed my information apologetically, an attitude I could not comprehend as it was validation of my life's work. He drove me to a chapel, a sad, sombre place which evidently held a special place in his heart. I felt the butterfly sensation which so often indicates a nervous state of mind, but remembered to breathe and control myself, regaining the poise with which I should always approach life. It was not a sensation of fear, as much as anticipation and even excitement.
It was a little unexpected that a spirit should show up without having been summoned, but perhaps this was part of the particular character of the chapel. It had a message, one which meant little to me, but spoke also of me and said I needed protection. It did not seem necessary for the spirit to tell John this, as from all I had seen, he was already my protector, and he marked me once the spirit had returned from whence it had come. John took my hand and walked me back to the car, returning me safely to my father.
He fills my thoughts, the searching intensity reaching into my soul through my memory.
And now I wait for him, on the cusp of my destiny, hoping that our meeting was not some phantasm born of expectation.
With more questions than answers lingering in my thoughts, he left, promising to return in the evening. This he did and he asked me more about the information I had. He confirmed my information apologetically, an attitude I could not comprehend as it was validation of my life's work. He drove me to a chapel, a sad, sombre place which evidently held a special place in his heart. I felt the butterfly sensation which so often indicates a nervous state of mind, but remembered to breathe and control myself, regaining the poise with which I should always approach life. It was not a sensation of fear, as much as anticipation and even excitement.
It was a little unexpected that a spirit should show up without having been summoned, but perhaps this was part of the particular character of the chapel. It had a message, one which meant little to me, but spoke also of me and said I needed protection. It did not seem necessary for the spirit to tell John this, as from all I had seen, he was already my protector, and he marked me once the spirit had returned from whence it had come. John took my hand and walked me back to the car, returning me safely to my father.
He fills my thoughts, the searching intensity reaching into my soul through my memory.
And now I wait for him, on the cusp of my destiny, hoping that our meeting was not some phantasm born of expectation.
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