Missing (Billy-centric, K)
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pc32_ficsFandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers – Season 2
Words: 300 exactly
Genre: Introspection
Summary: Trini is gone; Billy ruminates on the loss
Trini is gone.
Just like that, too. Her presence is sunshine bright one day, and then diminished by half the circumference of the planet the next.
And just like that, I’m bereft of the person who truly understands me.
I cannot complain too much. After all, I’ve begun simplifying my speech patterns so my associates – my friends – can follow my part in our conversations. Alpha and Zordon are able to interpret my more technical explanations. Adam is quiet but wise, and Rocky is far smarter than he lets on.
But Rocky is not Zack, and Aisha is not Trini, and Tommy for all his efforts is not Jason.
Only Kimberly and I remain of the original five, and she sometimes seems as lost as I. She does her best to keep on a cheerful face, to keep our new teammates well-informed of varying situations. But she also keeps the phone near her bed, for late-night phone calls with our wayward friends. I doubt Tommy is aware of the hour Jason spent at her house, convincing her that he wasn’t leaving her forever, that this wasn’t like her parents.
They do plan on coming back, of that I have no doubt. We are too close to truly disappear from each other’s lives; as Tommy pointed out, it’s not as if they’ve left for another planet.
We will continue contact via letters, phone calls, and even our communicators if the situation is dire. Our team will grow with new members “of the family,” as Trini so eloquently put it.
And perhaps, when this part of our lives is done, we will be together again. Perhaps then, I can confess myself to her, and our relationship can mature.
Trini is gone.
But I remain and wait, hopeful. And until then, will appear unconcerned.
Words: 300 exactly
Genre: Introspection
Summary: Trini is gone; Billy ruminates on the loss
Trini is gone.
Just like that, too. Her presence is sunshine bright one day, and then diminished by half the circumference of the planet the next.
And just like that, I’m bereft of the person who truly understands me.
I cannot complain too much. After all, I’ve begun simplifying my speech patterns so my associates – my friends – can follow my part in our conversations. Alpha and Zordon are able to interpret my more technical explanations. Adam is quiet but wise, and Rocky is far smarter than he lets on.
But Rocky is not Zack, and Aisha is not Trini, and Tommy for all his efforts is not Jason.
Only Kimberly and I remain of the original five, and she sometimes seems as lost as I. She does her best to keep on a cheerful face, to keep our new teammates well-informed of varying situations. But she also keeps the phone near her bed, for late-night phone calls with our wayward friends. I doubt Tommy is aware of the hour Jason spent at her house, convincing her that he wasn’t leaving her forever, that this wasn’t like her parents.
They do plan on coming back, of that I have no doubt. We are too close to truly disappear from each other’s lives; as Tommy pointed out, it’s not as if they’ve left for another planet.
We will continue contact via letters, phone calls, and even our communicators if the situation is dire. Our team will grow with new members “of the family,” as Trini so eloquently put it.
And perhaps, when this part of our lives is done, we will be together again. Perhaps then, I can confess myself to her, and our relationship can mature.
Trini is gone.
But I remain and wait, hopeful. And until then, will appear unconcerned.
