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The light we lost. How was it that something that came out of Tempest Jefferson Livingston’s mouth could make so much sense, but also absolutely no sense at all, all at the same time? I watched as Priamos shifted over to put his arm around Tempest’s shoulders as we all sat in silence, listening to the rainfall. The rain had calmed down quite a bit now, but it was definitely still raining.
We knew that we couldn’t stay very long - it was too dangerous and we needed to get back to Miss Brodeur’s house sooner rather than later.
However, even I found myself taking a few minutes to simply indulge in the serenity that came with sitting together in this empty room and just listening to the rain outside while enjoying each other’s general presence.
I once told Spencer that my favorite kind of weather was anything that involved rain. He didn’t understand it back then - he asked me how I could like something that instilled fear and gloom in so many people - but I could tell by the look on his face that he was beginning to understand it now.
Rain almost gave the earth a fresh start. Of course, it didn’t really. There was no such thing as a real fresh start.
It was almost like all of us with our memories. Our past lives - though we didn’t remember all of them - shaped who we were in our current lives, whether we realized it or not. We’d been given a new beginning, but we could never fully erase what had happened before our current life began.
Although, I was doubtful that any of us would’ve wanted to even if we could.
Yes, it would’ve made it easier for us in the long run.
We wouldn’t have to try to cope with the awful, painful memories that most of us had. Although, I say most of us and I suppose I really mean all of us. Nadia held memories of bad things, too - Elvis Presley’s untimely passing, John Lennon’s death, to name just two - and those two were the mildest - even just going off of the memories that I knew she had.
Regardless, if we went back and erased the history that brought us our memories, we might have been happier momentarily, but the question was if our lives would pan out the same way they were now. Even with what was going on right now, I wasn’t so sure that I would want to change things. Even with as annoying as the others could be at times, I don’t think I would want to live a life where I hadn’t met the others. They were more like family to me than even my own family. And I was doubtful that I was the only one that felt that way. At the very least, I knew Spencer and Nadia did.
I suppose, in that sense, our memories were like rain. Rain could be a burden like Spencer thought of it to be or it could be a blessing like I thought of it to be, it all depended on the way you looked at it.