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Timeline/World: Until Tomorrow – New York City
Characters: Cadeyrn Slunce
Race: Human
Age: 31
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
Final Word Count: 752 words
Someone once told me that I was too slow. Another once told me that I was too trusting.
There are plenty of things that people might throw my way. I’ll listen to it all but unless it’s something I might actively be able to change about my person, I don’t try very hard to remember it, let alone do I try hard to remember the person who might have said the words. They do me no good, these words. They honestly might do me harm if I spend too much time trying to wrap my mind around them.
The stars know that I already struggle with keeping my mind on things like these, I don’t need more added to my plate. I do know that I’m different. I do know that I’m nothing like the others. I spent long enough in the snow, ready to be completely forgotten, that my brain didn’t take well to any of it. I’m told that I’ve lost a lot of knowledge and the doctor who took care of me while we were underground said that there was only so much she could do to help me and I’m grateful for that, whatever it really means.
I mean, my brain is broken, you can’t really fix that, can you? That would be like playing God and I don’t think that anyone here can do that. So, I don’t really mind.
It’s strange though, one of the things I do remember recently is that there was this woman who lives in the building who told me that I was by far too patient with others. She said that she’d been watching me for a while and that she said that if she’d been in my shoes, very often, she would have been telling a lot of people to bugger off because she didn’t want to sit there and listen to their problems when she had so many of her own.
I’m not sure why it stuck to my brain. I suppose it’s one of those things. It’s just so different from what I usually hear. I don’t think I have that many problems. I think—I know—that my brain’s wires are a little crossed and that there are times when I get lost in my own mind; but for the most part, I don’t think that I can claim I have many problems.
In a way, I don’t think it would be fair. I’m alive. I’ve survived the snow and that’s a big thing, considering how few others can claim the same. There are only a few handfuls of us left. Yes, I’m aware that this is downplaying the number of people still left alive but, compared to how many I’m sure there had been on the planet, the number of people left now does seem like a few handfuls, even if it is so much more than that.
The one thing that does bother me is that I never know for a fact when I’ve slipped away into my own mind. I don’t always realize this is what happened once I’m drawn back out of it or once someone throws me a rope if you would. These little slip-aways are never defined by anything. There is nothing that triggers me, there’s nothing clearly stating what might bring me back and while I’ve been told I look a little unfocused mostly just either standing or sitting there, it’s not always right there, on my face, that I’m no longer around, so to speak.
I have no control over that. Once I focus again, I can’t just go and tell myself, ‘Oh, I did the thing again,’ because I won’t even realize I’ve done it. I used to lose hours to this issue before but, as the years have passed—unless I just haven’t been told about it—it seems as though I’ve been able to stay in the here and now, so I take that as a small victory. It might not be the best thing ever, since I still do slip away in my mind, but it is much less common than it used to be and I have good people around me who keep an eye on me and keep me from slipping away too far.
The patience and love of these very people are something I know I will never likely be able to repay and so I do my best, every single day, to be as good a person as I might manage.