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Current Date: October 7, 2058
Character: Noah White
Race: Angel – Colours
Age: 90, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
I think about Olympia every so often; she’s the reason I made it as far as I did in life. I won’t delude myself into thinking otherwise and I wouldn’t want to. She was just what I needed back then. She was an older sister, a confidant, that one person I could turn to whenever I had questions. Once I came down here, everyone and everything I had ever truly known about up there became this locked-away thing. I had made my choice to come down here and now I needed to live with it.
It was fine.
Thinking about Oly and dreaming about her are two very different things. I remember how she once told me that we didn’t dream about the others we knew, not above. I never asked her to explain that part to me, but she had a point, at least while I was up top with her and the others. The dreams I did have, and the ones I do remember, had to do with faces I didn’t know and things I didn’t really have to give much thought to. It was as though my mind was trying to make something up to keep itself entertained while I slept.
Of the dreams I do remember, Olympia has never been part of them. Her passing was unexpected but once I had accepted that she had gone, before I even came down from living up top, I think I had held on to some sort of hope that she would come to me in my dreams since she had moved on from the realm and she never had. So that she would be part of my most recent night has left me somewhat confused.
To say the least.
Her behaviour in my dream was so different from how I remembered her. I wonder if this is why I’m confused more than by her presence. It was as though I was sitting in a sort of role-reversal café. Because that’s what the whole scene felt like. We were sitting in a quiet little café and the place reminded me of one of the spots I spent a lot of time in after I had first relocated. It wasn’t far from where I’d started working and it was just a quiet place where I could go over the recent events of my life and put things into some sort of order.
As I woke up in the dream, so to speak, she wasn’t there. I was sitting at the quiet spot that I almost always claimed as my own whenever it was empty, and it was empty often at the hours I showed up. I settled there, a steaming cup of something in front of me—I can’t honestly remember, and it hardly matters, as is—and I must have been starting off, my eyes out of focus because one moment, there’s just me and the quiet talking of voices all around me, the next, she’s there, sitting in front of me. She’s wearing clothes that I’ve never seen her wear before but her hair, her eyes, and her whole face tell me what I need to know. I could never mistake her for anyone else.
The look on her face, though, that was something else. She looked lost and uncertain. Honestly, she looked so much younger than I remember her ever being. Not that she’d ever looked old, or even just her age, but there was youth in her face that was just faintly strange to me at that particular moment. Even now that the dream is fading, I remember how she was fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie she was wearing. An item of clothing that I know she would have never gotten caught wearing before in her life.
Just something else to confuse me about the whole thing.
Eventually, I remember that after some time during which she mostly just seemed to stare at me, her eyes wide and clearly confused, she asked me that if I could tell her just this once, no matter how long it had been that she’d just done the right thing, she would appreciate it. It confused me even more. Olympia was the one person I’d ever known to never need that kind of reassurance.
That’s the thing too, the tone of her voice, the way she stated her request, it sounded like she was asking for reassurance, as though this version of her believed that there was nothing she’d ever done quite right in her life. This woman who had nearly raised me. This woman who had helped me make up my mind about where I wanted to go in life. This woman who deserved so much more than the death she did. She had done so many right things that I didn’t know where to even start.
I woke up not long after her request and it does make me a little sad that even in the dream, I didn’t get to give her what she’d asked for, but I know that I can’t change that.