Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 22, 2020 2:02:51 GMT -8
The highway seemed barren, he thought. The dashboard clock read 5:13 AM, perhaps giving reason for the scarcity of cars on the road, though he didn't seem to mind either way.
He had taken a drive similar to this years ago, just days after his eighteenth birthday. He had said it was to see the country, what was laid out in front of him, but it was a lie. Truthfully, he was scared. Scared of entering adulthood alone, of starting this wrestling career. And the two people that he should've been able to turn to about this were gone. There was Benjamin, of course. His trainer had given advice on a number of occasions, even offering the boy additional training after class. There was something about him, he had said. But Benjamin couldn't help. Not in this matter.
He took a trip upstate. His father was born in Sacramento, and it was there that he was laid to rest. A spot on the family land, right next to Mom. He spent a few days there, talking to the gravestones as if they could hear his words. Every fear, every worry, every hope and dream laid out for them. He spoke of how he wished they could see him, could talk to him and give advice. Hours would pass as he talked, pouring out his heart for them... for what, he couldn't say. He just knew that the more he talked, the less weight he felt on his shoulders.
The day came. He felt at peace with their passing, about the lives they led and what they had done for him. Saying his goodbyes, he drove back down, heading to the venue for his next match. And the rest, as they say, was history.
He made the same stops this time. The same Mom and Pop shops, the same diners. A few minor changes here and there, but almost identical to the way they looked seventeen years ago. They didn't remember him, of course, but he could vaguely remember their faces. The food itself was fine, holding a special charm that local diners all seemed to have. He traveled the same roads, the same highways. He just... didn't remember it being this barren before.
Finally, finally he reached his destination. Stepping outside of the car, he began the walk, the coat wrapped around him to shield him from the morning cold. The time was now just past 7:48, the sun partially obscured by clouds to give a decent, if not subdued illumination. He stopped just feet away from his destination, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"Mom. Dad. It's been a while."
He had taken a drive similar to this years ago, just days after his eighteenth birthday. He had said it was to see the country, what was laid out in front of him, but it was a lie. Truthfully, he was scared. Scared of entering adulthood alone, of starting this wrestling career. And the two people that he should've been able to turn to about this were gone. There was Benjamin, of course. His trainer had given advice on a number of occasions, even offering the boy additional training after class. There was something about him, he had said. But Benjamin couldn't help. Not in this matter.
He took a trip upstate. His father was born in Sacramento, and it was there that he was laid to rest. A spot on the family land, right next to Mom. He spent a few days there, talking to the gravestones as if they could hear his words. Every fear, every worry, every hope and dream laid out for them. He spoke of how he wished they could see him, could talk to him and give advice. Hours would pass as he talked, pouring out his heart for them... for what, he couldn't say. He just knew that the more he talked, the less weight he felt on his shoulders.
The day came. He felt at peace with their passing, about the lives they led and what they had done for him. Saying his goodbyes, he drove back down, heading to the venue for his next match. And the rest, as they say, was history.
He made the same stops this time. The same Mom and Pop shops, the same diners. A few minor changes here and there, but almost identical to the way they looked seventeen years ago. They didn't remember him, of course, but he could vaguely remember their faces. The food itself was fine, holding a special charm that local diners all seemed to have. He traveled the same roads, the same highways. He just... didn't remember it being this barren before.
Finally, finally he reached his destination. Stepping outside of the car, he began the walk, the coat wrapped around him to shield him from the morning cold. The time was now just past 7:48, the sun partially obscured by clouds to give a decent, if not subdued illumination. He stopped just feet away from his destination, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"Mom. Dad. It's been a while."