My Younger Self || UNSPOKEN 17

October 1st, 2010

It was like a dream, a slow walk down memory lane. Feeling myself looking at what was once Kendo’s Gun Shop, seeing what ammo I needed for my gun. Fingers gently brushing the shelves before another set of fingers bumped mine. Ones wearing fingerless leather gloves. My eyes looked over and felt a sense of pure confusion and horror…

Me.

Though she looked much different, wearing her blue uniform. That silly beret I adored back then, probably trying so hard to show off my French background. I looked so much more alive back then. Silence for the moment, before the younger me spoke up first. Both of us knowing who the other was.

”I didn’t imagine blonde…”

Feeling myself tense up at the comment, my hair. The one thing I couldn’t fix as of yet, a year and still blonde. I felt myself think before I chose to answer. Unsure what to reveal or not to, mean is this a dream? Or would I mess up my future?

”I didn’t either. And I didn’t choose it…”

Seems it caused her to look even more confused. Her face scrunching a bit, now realizing how much I did that back then. Mean, could I be blamed? One moment I am off trying to find some missing team next I’m trying not to become some monster’s next meal. It was awkward honestly.

”… It’s a long story. Lets just say your life has a lot of rough patches.”

The furrowing of her brows and scrunching of her face made me mildly regret what I stated. Hell, a part of me wishes I could go back, warn her of what would happen. Prevent it all, but honestly… would it make a difference?

”But… we’re still going, right? We broke through it… mean you’re here talking to me now…”

She had a point, I almost chuckled at her slightly optimistic viewpoint. Perhaps my therapist was right about me. I’ve become too negative honestly, looking at this me from before. She was a rookie… not hardened by the cruel realities of it all. Of the hell she would have to push through, and yet survive it all. I actually felt a real smile form on her face for once.

”… Yeah… I guess you’re right… Just, please make sure to watch yourself around Captain Wesker, okay?”

A hand on her shoulder whilst she merely nodded acknowledging something happened. Yet, did not push for answers. Perhaps it was best. My eyes now stared at the ceiling thinking over what that was about. Honestly, perhaps closure? I had no clue, all I knew for once… I slept better the rest of that night.

Love,

𝒥𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒱𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ :coffee:

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