Krawczyk: The Firefly Park was reconstructed, right along with many other parks. Families, friends and lovers use the park to come together. They enjoy each other’s company as if there’s no tomorrow, all the while planning for tomorrow. Dave and I are in the park ourselves, staring up at the starry skies.
We can actually see stars. That wouldn’t have happened before the ‘resurgence’.
He has become quiet. Several hours ago, the effects of a sugar-laden cookie wore off. He lost the desire to constantly chatter, only using sighs and grunts for verbal communication. Silent communication was executed, which was more than enough for me. I spent the remainder of our day in euphoria, just happy to have him near me-and happy to have him so wound-up about the world.
He didn’t fall into a sour mood, mind you. He merely became tired. Which explains our current location: the Firefly Park. He’s in my arms, fast asleep.
Right before he closed his eyes, he asked me something. The look on his face didn’t belong to Solid Snake, who is no longer with him. It hardly belonged to Dave.
It belonged to a child that had been locked up for years, starving without food, water or light. His voice was no different.
‘Can we stay like this? Forever?’
I couldn’t speak to him at first, overwhelmed by tears. I eventually answered him, stroking his face. ‘You know we will,’ I whispered, and he fell asleep. I haven’t heard anything from him since. He’s here, tucked away into my arms, fast asleep and dreaming.
I’m holding him, gazing at him, loving him.
We’ll stay like this. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll do whatever I can to keep this peace secure.
I don’t want ‘Solid Snake’ to return. I want ‘Dave’ to stay. I want all of this to stay.
I want him to stay happy. I want him to have the life he deserves.
Before I fall asleep, there’s one question I’m going to ponder.
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We can actually see stars. That wouldn’t have happened before the ‘resurgence’.
He has become quiet. Several hours ago, the effects of a sugar-laden cookie wore off. He lost the desire to constantly chatter, only using sighs and grunts for verbal communication. Silent communication was executed, which was more than enough for me. I spent the remainder of our day in euphoria, just happy to have him near me-and happy to have him so wound-up about the world.
He didn’t fall into a sour mood, mind you. He merely became tired. Which explains our current location: the Firefly Park. He’s in my arms, fast asleep.
Right before he closed his eyes, he asked me something. The look on his face didn’t belong to Solid Snake, who is no longer with him. It hardly belonged to Dave.
It belonged to a child that had been locked up for years, starving without food, water or light. His voice was no different.
‘Can we stay like this? Forever?’
I couldn’t speak to him at first, overwhelmed by tears. I eventually answered him, stroking his face. ‘You know we will,’ I whispered, and he fell asleep. I haven’t heard anything from him since. He’s here, tucked away into my arms, fast asleep and dreaming.
I’m holding him, gazing at him, loving him.
We’ll stay like this. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll do whatever I can to keep this peace secure.
I don’t want ‘Solid Snake’ to return. I want ‘Dave’ to stay. I want all of this to stay.
I want him to stay happy. I want him to have the life he deserves.
Before I fall asleep, there’s one question I’m going to ponder.
How do I propose to him?
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