They stand in your doorframe, watching your every move. Their eyes dart back and forth across your figure, pupils letting in as much light as possible. Taking it all in. Analyzing you like a threat they're not quite sure how to deal with.
(more) Assessment complete. Target must be neutralized. Initializing protocol Beta Epsilon Delta.
"It's a school night. Turn off the camera and do your homework. It's distracting you."
You resist. You turn off your headset mic, to ensure I hear none of the argument to follow. You exit the frame, leaving a blank wall to grace my feed.
And all the while I worry.
Worry that this raid of your autonomy, your freedom, your time, will succeed.
Worry that despite your explanations, your persuasions, your comebacks, you will fall. So far.
I know you're scared. So am I.
I wish I could do more. Telling you I'll support whatever decision you come to may be comforting, sure. But kind words only go so far.
Distance by the miles, distance by the years.
With each we grow further apart.
Our lives, once intertwined, are now splintered.
Each makes his own path.
A laugh here, a tear there.
(more) Good times and bad.
A connection that can never be severed.
Our eyes may never meet again.
Your presence shall never be felt by mine.
But our experience will last, beyond the veil.
How are you, my old friend? (less)
I look ahead at this long road before me.
Trials and tribulations that wait to be conquered.
Moments of glory and mirth that lie just out of reach.
A future, wild and untamed.
The road is foggy; my sight only goes so far.
(more) My hands ache for solidity, certainty.
Sounds of familiar winds and wakes, once close, are now faint and distant.
But four eyes are better than two.
Our fingers intertwine.
Your heartbeat becomes mine.
This road is not as treacherous as it seems.