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Homely Dinners, Comfy Sofa’s, relaxing homes and a flat screen TV are the ideal things to have in one’s home for the upcoming PPV in Thy WWE… Oppression,
many feuds will take place, many of them main events, one should surely be in tune to see the conclusion to the epic battle between Austin Starr and Kenneth Walker a sure event that no one should miss an event that both members have decided to up the ante by putting both their careers on the line, and everyone is waiting in an anxious and impatient manner…. every person with a TV and an interest for sports entertainment should be watching with their families and friends.It’s approaching and with each day it get’s closer… Oppression … the one word that many people have been whispering under their breath, the one word that has many people excited. One could think, one could ponder the unimaginable matches that will take place, one could fathom how bloody and how much these superstars…..these sports entertainers……these wrestlers….will put out on this kind of grand stage…..I say it again. Oppression.
The word carries out passion…..the word carries out the desire to go the distance to become something in a business, the word….a word….that will be uttered on a certain day….and when that day comes….we’ll see how far these competitors can go, we’ll see how far and how much their willing to put on the line. Tune in to Thy WWE folks as this one is sure to be an interesting one by far, buy your tickets not, the tickets are selling out and their selling out fast, because surely this is one that you won’t want to miss.New Years Eve can come and go like a flash of lighting. Too busy in the meddling of a new year, of a new-found beginning that the current situation with Lilly and Austin becomes instantaneously inferior.
Vows of the new year and continuing optimism surpasses the need or wants to do any type of work at hand as the new year has already by-passed and will be looked back on with frustrated retrospection. After all, The New Year is a time to let up and come to terms with yourself and the vows that you have made. For some those vows could mean, winning a championship, getting in shape, getting healthier, making it up to an ex girlfriend, or visiting your son. But For Kenneth Walker things have changed.
For better or worse. Things with his ex…..finalized, with the divorced papers signed, and the lawyers contacted and court dates already taken care of, he was release from the chains that Lilly had on him for a long time now.
Things have changed for Kenneth Walker this year. A different year, a different life, one could ponder what changes would be done, what events would take place with the new man at hand that everyone has seen as of lately.
From now on Kenneth Walker has made a new vow, a new life to pursue. Now that Lilly was out of his life, he could do all the things he never had a chance when he was married, he could go back to the nightlife, with something perhaps he’s never had before and always had to witness Austin Starr have.
Jealousy could be a word that would fit Kenneth Walker. But now here he stood Kenneth Walker, on a different path. From now on it would be fast cars, all-star clubs, cash, and women, the things he never really had but now he could.
Kenneth Walker began his new-found journey, along empty highways and lonely roads, with his Nissan Santra.
Afraid to loose contact in the swirling mists, unable to put some speed down on the road due to rain for the first 80 miles and then dense fog, or more accurately low clouds, for mile after mile of roads.
Driving in fog on desolate roads can be enjoyable. One has a feeling of intimacy and cozy isolation, cocooned in the low confines of an economy, gas vehicle, lit only by the orange glow from the instrument panel and the backwash of light from the headlamps.
The sounds of the tires swooshing on the wet pavement and the engine growling in a low gear, frustrated by the slow speed, unable to clear it's lungs in a mad, howling blast towards the horizon.
After what seemed like hours but in reality only half an hour of creeping along in the gloom it was a relief when he eventually dropped down out of the clouds and immediately in to an unpronounceable town, all grey dripping stone and winding alleys, seen fleetingly in the dim and misty lights.
Coasting through the saturated streets he saw not a single soul. Maybe they were all early to bed like it was the traditional. Or maybe they just do not like getting wet.
Leaving the empty ghost town he runs out into dank roads. Down, down, down he rushed, swooping along the open fast sweeping roads, the rain and fog lifting clear away and the visibility improving mile after mile. Eventually the road falls, almost with relief out of stone walled and narrow lanes on to toe open and fast coast road, zooming along .Looking out of the window and unfocussing my gaze I can still see the shining vastness of the cold scenery, hear the birds and feel the thin wind scouring away the tiredness and filling my nostrils with it's salt bite.
Kenneth Walker continued the long and much need peaceful drive, but peaceful might not be the right word for it, like searching his the road for a destination, he was searching his own life for a new meaning, Ken continued to drive for what seemed hours, until he some billboards with some city names on them, with a next destination at hand, perhaps the airport, and a flight to Cleveland, Ohio.
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I have a few old “friends”, but none know me quite as well as “Austin Star”. My old long aged friend Starr and I have gone toe to toe all over the world, this is one of those rivalries that transcend there sports, Baseball has Yankees and Red sox, Football has Patriots and Colts, Hockey’s got Capitals and Penguins, and Professional Wrestling has Starr and Walker.
Add up all our matches and we’ve spilled enough of each other’s blood to fill a blood bank many times over. There’s one thing though, I haven’t put the final nail in the coffin yet, and I’ll try every trick in the book, And have every preparation I can think of, and I won’t come up short Starr. Not this time, this time my mind is clear, I have nothing to lose Starr.
If I lose to you again big deal, it’s happened before, but this time will be different. Oppression will be different. I am going to turn this show into a cathartic experience, people have told me that I must get off on tormenting you, and some like to sum it up by calling me a “Washed up piece of scum”
Well, they can’t all be wrong there’s something to this, something I genuinely enjoy, every aspect, the buildup, the struggle, the gratification at the end of a match when I survey the carnage that surrounds me. I imagine the feeling is similar to that of a father gazing upon his child for the first time, knowing that it’s something I created and in my eyes it will always be perfect.
Oppression will be perfect, because at the end of the night I will be standing tall in the ring and you will be just another wrestlers that will go home that night knowing that I am better than them, that in the grand scheme of things they may not be so great, maybe they are just ordinary. That’s all you are Starr, ordinary.
You’re nothing more than a footnote to me now Starr, nothing more then another piece of trash and you will be unceremoniously dumped with the rest of yesterday’s trash, and that will be the end of your moments of fame, no one will remember you. Those of you hoping this will be there big break and have placed their faith in Starr, well their hopes are against insurmountable odds, and Starr you will falter and crack underneath the pressure, your hopes, your dreams, they’re up in flames Starr……After Oppression you will be….NO MORE. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Emergency exits are located to my left and right, and another two half way down the plane. Please fasten your seatbelts, and prepare for take-off, and thank you for choosing easy jet.” The plane had three rows of white plastic seats, all with matching red cushions.
The floor had red runners stretching down to the metal wall at the front. The air hostess, dressed in red, walked through a narrow door, and closed it behind her. The muffled sounds of the engine drifted up to the passengers, as the plane lumbered across the runway. Looking out of the small windows, tall buildings could be seen, rising up on all sides of the thin strip of dead grass.
Thick clouds of grey fog obscured everything beyond the monolithic skyscrapers as we passed the current city at hand towards our destination to Cleveland, Ohio. A few of the passengers, the older ones mainly, had dozed off already, mouths agape and a few drops of saliva here and there.
Children sat deathly still, either from fear of the plane, or their mothers who watched them like hawks. One annoying baby started crying, and could be heard until his mother carried him into the bathroom at the back of the plane.
Time seemed to drag on, minutes feeling like hours, until all at once, the plane broke through the grey layer of fog and cloud. Now, the window that had yielded such bleakness, offered a sublime view. Clear, azure sky, resting on a meadow of cloud. Wisps of cloud, disturbed by the plane, floated like sheep, bobbing up and down in the open field of white. Wind rustled the surface and the thick fleece of the sheep. All this was swept away as a group of brightly colored birds swooped out of the sea of cloud and dived back under, leaving plumes of cloud floating and glittering in the blue. A single bird leaped out of the cloud, and swam alongside the plane, its feathers damp and glossy.
It glided; riding the current, before joining its family in the swirling mystery below the clouds. As if it was some sort of metaphoric way of telling Ken that he needed to find his family again and rejoin them, but atlas the past is the past and that’s where it will stay.
“We’re going to be experiencing some rough weather; passengers are advised to return to their seats.” The purity of the white and blue was tainted, with black clouds and grey sky.
The birds squawked, and departed in a bluster of feathers. The woolly sheep like clouds became more like rabid wolves, snarling grey and keeping pace with the plane.
The plane shook, luggage was thrown to the floor, and the wind wolves howled desolately. There was a boom of thunder, a flash of lightning, a few screams in the plane. When the lightning faded, the plane was in a bank of swirling black fog, where strange shapes floated past the windows.
But the plane didn't stay in that underworld of fog for more than a blink of an eye, and soon it was floating towards the runway, down towards the uniform black and grey. The plane touched down, and the passengers filed, one by one as a light grey drizzle poured down, on dark suits, black umbrellas, of people heading off for another day of work in this garbage town that we called Cleveland, Ohio.
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Kenneth Walker vs. Austin Star... the real match everyone has been waiting for. No respectable fighter should shake the hand of a man who just beat him, cleanly in the middle of the ring. No pride, that’s just embarrassment. On the other hand if Austin Starr wants to shake my hand and lick his blood off my boots after I stomp a mile wide hole in him, that's fine with me. It isn't me who is going to come out with embarrassment Starr, for when that day or reckoning comes, I'm going to do things a little different. Hell, I might just pay homage to Starr with this one. I am not going to sit here and come up with brand new talking points nor waste my time out witting you and being original.
You can talk all you want and spew whatever garbage you want about me Starr... and I could dust it off my shoulder and I avoid long debate... but not this time, talk is cheap, you can talk to me about my parenting, you can talk to me about Lilly, Starr… What I’ve done I wasn't actually proud about it and to this day, I won't be able to live it down... but you? You roll in shit and hail the stench. Disgraceful.And shit has a name on it Austin star… her name is Lilly walker….and you took her from me….so by all means You don't think I am planning to stomp your teeth in—because I would feel honored to do so, do you? Beating you, is just another piece to match my already, extensive and colorful portfolio titled.
I'm sick and tired of guys like you, who waltz in here with one thumb in their mouth with the other inserted where the sun don’t shine expecting everything to just fall out of sky and fall in their laps—where then they decide to run with it. That’s who you were, that’s who you still truly are, and just now you’re hiding behind a mask that you painted for yourself. “The Good guy”. Complacent….misguided…That’s who you really are hiding behind that false mask. What you did here was just self-indulgent. This world is filled with a lot of board, lonely, people... but honestly, there is absolutely nobody on this planet cares about what you think. So talk away Starr….Talk away…I'll do whatever it takes to win, where-as you are invested in a bid to show the world how much of a nice guy you are and how you play fair... let's see where that gets you, Starr—because if where you stand is any indication of anything, it's obvious you won’t get very far.
I don't need to ''beat'' you. This scheme where you pretend to be more important then who you really are to me, it’s annoying. Perhaps, your strategy is working. As annoying as you are however; your words speak for themselves. I mean, here you channeling the thoughts and emotions… emotions that include love, motivation and thoughts of peace, but has he forgotten that he is heading into the match one on one with long time and old friend Kenneth Walker? Let me guess; did you talk to my ex wife Lilly or perhaps talk to my son Michael… Starr now is suddenly, a scholar on in-ring psychology? I mean, seriously... you can't make these things up.
I've been doing this for as long as you. I've been here before. Unstoppable has been wiped off my forehead. The words True Expert, removed from my back. Hell, maybe even the title of being one of the best wrestlers to have ever lived, is growing a little dull on the front of my chest... but my flesh and bones is still in tact with no signs of slowing down. I'm still here. And I'm still standing…You either prove me otherwise or you shut up.You're looking for the easy way out. A quick one-two-three with a handful of tights where you would then proceed to ride your win over me, above and beyond the clouds made out of cotton candy... well, sorry to break it to you. Win, lose, draw... the arena could cave in on us and we both could die under the carnage, you could be the sole survivor, it doesn't matter, Starr. I'll always be better then you. You'll never become the True Expert. You'll never grace the hall of fame. You'll never accomplish half of what you dream and desire of accomplishing and there is nothing you can do, or say at Oppression to change that. What’s that you say you can Starr….Prove Me Wrong. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ImpatientIt’s how I’m feeling right now as the manager gathers some paper work for the Redwood Apartments…..Cleveland, Ohio….the words are better on the ears then Tacoma, Washing, what more then a man to be where his passion certainly served him better to be in the place where his profession took place. The overweight and disgusting mutant of a manger comes out and hands me some papers to sign, and with hast I sign them. Ready to leave, and ready to set up my office for at my residence.
With the contract signed, I bid him adios, and grab the keys he hands me, and I leave towards my fully furnished apartment which already had the pre loaner furniture it, a sweet deal if you ask me. Heading for the apartment and checking myself into my new home, a reach for my pockets and grab my cell phone….It was time to star living life. First thing I had to do was call some escorts, and make some other phone calls to maybe some obsessed fans. If Austin Starr didn’t want to live the fast life then by all means let him take my place, I’d gladly take his own.
After some time elapsed, and some phone conversations, everything was organized, a party was ready to be had; fun was on the horizon in the mind of Kenneth Walker.
It was time to finally lead the life he always had curiosity about, that he always never really had the chance to experience. A knock at the door...that’s all that I wanted to hear…….
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It was timeThe Boy Concealed Within Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight. Austin….Austin….Austin…with his tough guy act…….Austin Star…..with all his larger the life attitude….Austin…Austin…Austin….with all his glamour and glory he coats himself with to hide the real “Austin Star’…the Austin Star I remember…. The Austin Star That I know… The Austin Starr….the image of one’s true self that you hold and hide deep within you, but ahh….dear old friend, so should know better then to confide all your secrets with people, because you never know when they will get out. But allow me.Let me take you down memory lane Austin… remember that story you told me, the day you contemplated suicide, but I talked you out of it, what I see in front of me now…..Austin…..isn’t what you display on TV… it isn’t what you put out to the millions of moron viewers who believe in your tough guy act….but back to the story….I remember every word of it Austin…Being bullied all your life, but there was one particular story that stood out from the rest wasn’t their my friend…..Twelve wasn’t it…you told me….
Twelve is a tough age for a young boy. Take it from you. That you have been stuck with those memories for the rest of you life. The year that you turned twelve years old was the year that you would always remember. You remembered the day as if it happened only yesterday.
It was the end of August. Tyler Black was the class bully at your school. Everyone has a bully, but Tyler was like no other. Tyler was so mean that he was liable to beat you up just for looking at him. It all depended on what type of mood he was in. This particular August morning was like any other, or so you told me. You left your parents small house for school after completing your list of chores.
It was the same routine day after day. Make your bed, Start the Landry, Clean up, and hope you got an early enough start so you wouldn’t be late for class. The walk to school from you house was a little over a mile long. You walked the trail leading through the forest behind your house. The trail ended at an old abandoned warehouse. After you made it to this warehouse, you would follow the driveway leading out to the main road that would lead me all the way to your school.
The warehouse had been abandoned as long as you could remember. From the looks of it, it hadn’t been used since long before I was even born. The kids from my school played in the building from time to time in the evenings and during summer vacation. Most of the windows had been broken out by kids throwing rocks through them. Your parents never allowed you to play in the old run down building. They told you a story about a group of kids that played there until after dark one day.
They said the kids disappeared one night and have never been seen or heard from again. You didn’t know how true the story was, but being the “innocent child” you never disobeyed them.
Is the story starting to come in focus Austin… Are you starting to get the bigger picture here… well, then allow me to continue…So, you headed to school that morning. You made your way around the back of the warehouse like you always do. When you passed the area of the building where part of the wall is missing you told me that you heard something. Even with the stories about missing kids, you had never been scared of the place. You turned around and walked back to the opening to see if you could tell what made the noise. You immediately could tell someone was just inside the building crying. You eased closer to try and peek in to see who it was.
You were completely shocked when I found out who it was. Sitting in the corner of the room was Tyler Black, the class bully. Tyler seen you at the same instant that you seen him. He immediately jumped up from his crouched position wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt.
You could see that one of his eyes was completely black and there was a large cut on his bottom lip. You wondered to yourself who could have beat up the toughest boy in the whole school.
You actually found out months later that his father had beaten him during one of his drunken rages. You were utterly speechless at the sight of him crying in the corner. Now…this is how shall I say it Austin where the Story started to become a little more interesting.
“What do you want you little freak, you think you can stand around and spy on me, some words of memory perhaps that might come to your mind. I can imagine Tyler stomping his feet angrily as he started toward you, outraged that somebody had caught him hiding out crying, and I can imagine you looking down and noticing that his hands were clenched into fists and knew that there was about to be trouble.
You turned around and started running as fast as my feet would carry yourself. It was definitely in your best interest to not get beat up.
See Austin you were found out two things rather quickly. Number one, even though Tyler was twice your size, he was a lot faster than you. And, Number two, you was about to receive all of Tyler’s bottled up anger that he had toward his father. Just before you made it to the corner of the building you felt Jimmy’s huge hand grab the back of your neck. It stopped you dead in your tracks.
As soon as he had a hold of you, he dragged you back toward the opening, which we all know wasn’t good for you, If he got you inside the building there was no telling what he would do, oh Austin on how you told me on how you begged him to let you go, I could remember the cowardness in you eyes, you weakness…your….patheticness…Did it go something like the following Austin…. Tell me if I’m coming close at all, tell me if I’m sparking a little bit of piece of memory or not here Austin….
“Oh …Tyler, please let me go. Please don’t do this,” Oh…So you can run to school and tell everybody you found me crying, There is no way I can let that happen,” but you continued the begging.
I promise I want tell anybody. Please don’t, Tyler
By this time you knew that he wasn’t going to let you go. You continued to kick and scream as you let yourself fall to the ground. If I give you credit for anything though it was that you weren’t going to make it easy for him to dismantle you. He dragged you back into the building and dropped you to the dirty cement floor. Rolling over to your hands and knees attempting to get up and run again when you felt the first blow directly into your ribs.
Tyler had kicked you with all his might in the side knocking the breath out of you. He continued to kick you in the side, in the stomach, and even in the head and face a couple times, Coughing and wheezing and even spitting up blood a couple times before you fell to your back completely pathetic, completely dominated if you ask me…
You thought he had tired out from the beating when you didn’t feel any blows for what seemed for a brief time. The last thing I remember from the horrific beating you were receiving was looking up through the blur of tears flooding your eyes. Tyler stood towering over you clutching a both hands together high above his head. He brought his hands down swiftly as he smashed them into your head. Your last thought before you blacked out from the pain was this is the end.
You felt deep down that you were about to be put to your demise at the hands of this class bully.
So what is the moral of this Story, Why now do I bring this up to you Austin, because you and I know of all people, that I’m the only one that can see threw your thick layer of tough skin, that I and I alone can put aside what’s genuine with you and what’s not, that I and I alone know all your fault, weakness, strengths, there isn’t a thing that I don’t know about you my friend, and that threw all your smoke and mirrors that you try to put on in front of the masses, that all the tough guy attitude, with all the anger, and misguided sense of judgment you’ve always had, was because you are just trying to hide the person that you once were, that you just trying to hide that little pathetic Austin that hides in you like a scared little kid, but destiny has other plans Austin, you can’t hide forever, you can’t hide from your fears, eventually you’ll have to come out and face them Austin.
Face them like a man……but we all know where this is heading……Just like when you were twelve then, you’ll be facing a man, not the man’ you once knew, but a new man, a man with the same hidden anger, same attitude, same traits as that Tyler Black that you once knew you oh so long ago, And just like before, you going to have to face that same type of guy today, except you won’t run by accident into some guy crying in a barn, you won’t see a person crying over losing that used up filth that I call my ex wife Lilly, but what you know is that you’ll be seeing me on Oppression, and what you will See Austin.
Much like you witness and cried in your pathetic confession to me about Tyler, you will feel the same kicks, you will feel the same effect when your head gets smashed, you will feel the same blows you felt that same fateful day you came face to face with Tyler. You will feel what it’s like to feel weak again, to feel scared again, and then Austin. Oh…..let me tell you. You will witness the world speculate as the see the real you on one of the grandest stages of them all old friend….And when you do the only way it’s going to end is in blackness….total and utterly pitch blackness, witch means lights out for you buddy, win or lose Austin, your not walking out this match with your head held high, or your arm raised in victory, because mark my word Austin, your going to need a stretcher when I’m done with you old friend, and your going to need another thought if you think your going to be wrestling again after what I’m going to do to you…and now Austin….all we have to do is just wait……Just wait….Mixed Feelings*So how does one man feel when all is said and done, in his final words, in his final act? How should one feel after entering a match with a man he used to call his friend, in a match with a woman by his side that he used to call Lilly Walker, in a match with a son he used to call his “little” Michael. But even he grew distant to the man he once knew as father. Atlas though, when all is said and done, when all that is left is a man in the room of an office, left with his own feelings, how does one conclude his feelings, conclude everything that has happened, how does one end it. What we have now is a man with a vengeance, with a heart that was once filled with love, but filled with hate now, that was once filled with kindness but now filled with emptiness. They say every story has happy endings, that every story should be filled with joy and laughter. But let’s get real, this is reality, and in life you get served the cold hard truth. So when all is said on done……. When all the dust is settled, now and forever, what kind of feeling will conclude a man known as Kenneth Walker*Ashamed? Some could call the embracing darkness that. Pitiful? Closer. Some however, would say sadness for the dead was martyred.Mourning? Yes. That was it. The inexplicable dread and irrational thoughts that drive other wise sane people into madness. The laboured beats of his heart like a quiet sob; the hole in his chest pulling him down somewhere that light and words could not reach nor help. In the half gloom of the empty office, he sat alone with his thoughts. Kenneth Walker sat unblinking, staring down at picture he felt between his thumb and finger. How could a physical object feel so unreal, so, faint? The face looked impassively back at him. The face. That face. Her face. His girl. It belonged to his (now ex) Lilly Walker. The picture couldn’t show how the light caught her green irises, nor could it show how her smile reached the light lines that softened her eyes. Beautiful. No; that face, that smile, those eyes would never again pierce his.
The picture that he held between his all too rough hands was a whisper of the woman that only existed in memories now. He gulped down the offending dampness of his eyes, ignoring the sting in his throat. He wouldn’t give in to that. Kenneth Walker didn’t do feelings, he certainly didn’t do crying. He had done his job long enough, and had seen enough evil in the world to just about give up on love too.
Lilly hadn’t though. From the day they met, her kind, truthful, fair, tough personality and techniques had changed him. She had showed him the other side of his own character. The world didn’t need to be all fists and grit; some things could be sorted with a clam head. Ha, yeah he thought, just like this mess. Turning his eyes away from the unwavering stare of Lilly’s gaze, his own eyes caught his reflection in his whiskey tumbler.
Unfeeling. That was the reflection looking back at him. Just like Lilly’s picture was of her, this reflection was just a shell, an echo of the man she had left behind.
It was late, no one was around to witness the sorry sight of a man stripped of his life, and it was this that was his undoing, nothing could stop him now from his guard slipping. His true feelings writhing inside, the truth stung. Several weeks she had been out of his life for, he didn’t care how many days. How many times had he given this news to mothers? Fathers? Sons? Daughters?
How many times had he broken people in two with the truth that he had never felt himself? Ashamed. That was how this felt. Self-pity was no use now though he had to carry on. She would have hated this; he would carry on living the life that they should have lived together. Life was too short for moments of doubt, one pause, and it could be over.
He loved Lilly Walker, and now he could never tell her.
Cowardice. This is what that felt like. Coward. Coward. Coward. He couldn’t clear out her desk, and admit that she was really gone.
Every time he closed his eyes, her face stared back, burned into his mind. The last memory he had of her.
It was the whisper of their final kiss pressed tauntingly against his own now. At the time, it was full of promise, an unspoken vow to each other; they would love one another forever.
Not knowing that forever was all too soon over. He could never tell her that he loved her again... And it seemed stupid now, three little words, and he was too scared, too much of a man, too much of an idiot to say them. Tears once again threatened to spill over, and this time he made no attempt to brush them away.
He stared at the face in the picture until his vision blurred so much, that nothing was recognizable. Silently wishing that such a simple act could wash away the endless loop of memories that played in his head now.
Taunting. This is what you can’t have. He sniffed, realizing how stupid he must look.
A young boy crying over the loss of a toy. Only he was no boy, and she was defiantly no toy. He wiped his eyes, his vision raw and painful, but heartbreaking clear. Her face stared back at him again.
Slowly, carefully, he took the pair of scissors from his top drawer, and cut out her picture and tore the rest of it up as he took the last glance at the picture from his drawer. He downed the harsh amber liquid in one, thankful for its familiar scorch on his throat. He stood, his guard back.
Looking out over his kingdom. He was Kenneth Walker, and she was Lilly Walker. They were the most romantic couple anyone knew and no one could ever be as close to him as she was. Had been. Would always be. She was his other half, and he whispered under his breath or so he thought that would be that’s how things would have turned out, a soft chuckle, perhaps a laugh could be heard.
“Good bye Lilly,” he searches him inside of himself pondering those three words that he would never be able to say to her “I Love You” … but instead of saying them he doesn’t.
Instead what is heard is the rambling of an old man sounding something like “Not anymore” as he turned off the lights and absolving himself to the darkness.
