Strings of Fate (Divide)

Move on

Chris ran to the Hydra cabin, he had to talk to Helen. Luckily she was standing outside, "Oh, hey Brainiac." she greeted, he panted, trying to catch his breath, "I talked to Pixie, and-" he started. Helen raised a eyebrow, "What did she say?" she asked, "Look, ever since Storm's death, we haven't talked much, and I want to make things right." he explained. Helen smiled and gave him a light punch to the shoulder, "There's nothing to 'make right', I'm fine, just growing up. I like you a lot, but I don't think we were ever gonna work." Helen said, "No, Helen you were my best friend, can't we try to be friends again?" Chris asked, Helen sighed, "Chris, I'm a different person. We've both changed, I've moved on, I'm gonna be a tattoo artist, and see where I go." she said, an air of maturity in her voice. A hallow feeling washed over him, "You're right, we have changed." he agreed, Helen closed her eyes, when she opened them she held a hand out. "Brainiac, my old best friend, this is goodbye." she sadly said, Chris nodded, "Trouble maker, old friend, goodbye." he said grabbing her hand and shaking it. And he realized what Pixie meant.

Things had changed, they weren't the same people they'd been a year ago. He'd known things had changed between them, but just hadn't wanted to acknowledge it. She'd already let go, and now he had, now they could both move on. He'd always treasure the memories though, even if he never saw her again, he'd remember her. Pixie had been telling him it was time to let go, time to move on and heal. Maybe things would be better now, maybe he'd be better now. 

As he walked away from the cabin, turning his back to the past, he walked towards the bonfire and the future. A future filled with uncertainty, hope, and video games, ones he'd probably lose