Part Two: The Unexpected Visitor
“Come on Braylon; you know I don’t concern myself with pleasantries. I know you too well.” D replies.
In return, I state, “And what might you mean by that?”
“What I mean?” D continues, “What I mean is that I know you don’t really care if I cure my thirst; you, my friend, are trying to evade the topic at hand.”
I turn opposite of D, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.
As I turn back around to face D again, I go on to say, “You’re right.”
Bringing the conversation back on track, D says, “So, you’ve been giving my offer some thought lately?”
“I have,” I reply.
“So, tell me… what do you think of my offer now that time has passed since we last spoke?” he says.
I take a sit next to D on the couch in a crouched posture and my hands to my chin.
“I must admit,” I begin to say, “that there have been times where I sat on the brink of accepting your offer. However, I not only remember the work that I have taken since then to improve my mental health, but I also remember that I have too many dreams and visions that I’m just not ready to let go of yet and just watch them die with me.”
D stands up and fixes the sleeves of his cloak.
“Well then,” he says as I look up at him, “I guess I have my answer.”
As he walks toward the door to leave, I cry out, “Why did you do it?”
“Why did I do what?” he says.
“Why did you come back? Why did you track me down?” I reply.
“Braylon, my friend, you don’t remember?” he says.
I look at him with utter confusion.
He says, “I didn’t come on my own will… you called me; I just had to track you down.”
As he steps through the door to leave, I say, “Why would I call you? Why would I call the thing that I’ve tried so hard to escape?”
He replies, “I know a lot of things, but your motive to calling me is something that I will never know. That, my friend, is something only you will ever know.”
The door closes and just like that D is gone. But I stand in bewilderment wondering why I called for him to come back, but most of all, I wonder why I don’t remember calling him.