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~ The Knight ~
Were things always meant to be this way?
That question is one whole barrel of motherfucking retarded. Obviously.
All questions are about as dumb as Johnís silly movies when you have all the answers. But Iím not even sure about that anymore.
Because I think, maybe, there are some questions not really meant to be answered.
When I was little, not once did Bro ever ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Because I think we both knew, or maybe just assumed, that things would happen the way they were meant to. And I donít know. At that age, I always just figured that everything was going to work out. That things that were gold would always stay that way. That it would be all of us, me, John, Rose and Jade, together, forever. Not everything was perfect. What got me through was the unspoken, singular belief that the things that were would always be.
Out of all the things weíve learned from this, about ourselves, and who we are, I think thatís the thing I hate knowing the most.
Even the flushest sunset fades. The brightest memories will eventually turn to ash.
Even gold can tarnish.
Fate, destiny, all that meant-to-be bullshit, those used to be the things that helped me sleep at night. Like song lyrics, playing over and over again in my brain, keeping my eyes closed to the truth. But one day, I woke up.
What if your fate and all that isnít the shit itís cracked up to be? What if your destiny is to die a thousand deaths, to face mortality so many times that you start to forget what it really means to have something worth living for? And what if oblivion becomes the price youíre willing to pay to escape?
You would not believe how unbelievably sick of all this shit I am.
So you tell me. What happens when you find out you arenít the hero of your own story? That for you, once-upon-a-time and happily-ever-after are not a package deal?
John is a hero. Bro was, too. I am not. I think I always sort of knew it, too. There was something about them, something that made them just a little brighter, a little higher, a little more golden, something that always put them just out of my reach.
Iím so fucking tired of this, of living condemned. Meant-to-be turned out to be life handing me the short straw on a silver platter. And all the while, black bodies obscure the singing sky, their feathers landing at my feet. Looking up, the sun is blinding, even through my shades. There is only one thought in my head.
This is not things the way they were meant to be. And I want out.
Homestuck is (c) Andrew Hussie