Broken windows part 12, space melancholy

Painful space blues

Boxman’s perspective

I used to think it was a simple sort of solitude up here, living in the sun.

Amongst in the high density core of the sun, I found a melded sense of self, a oneness with space and the universe. I can’t explain it to anyone. No one else that I’ve ever known has ever survived living in the sun as I have. Even if I tried to explain it, it’s still incredibly difficult to understand.

But, by myself, in recent history comprehending such a high magnitude of dense heat, I knew my children wouldn’t survive. This made me quite sad. Intensely, madly, horribly, miserably sad.

I remember the last thing was seeing PV’s face. Actually talking to the real Professor Venomous. The man I fell in love with.

And though we couldn’t speak for long, I felt his terrible warmth waiting to come out, and it made me feel that longing that I had been trying so hard to ignore these past months of our separation.

My children were angry with their step -father whom had betrayed all of us. I didn’t blame them one bit. I certainly wasn’t upset they wanted to fight Shadowy and T.K.O and win my love, though I told all of my children as we were hurtling violently to space, that I always loved them, each of them. Very, very much. I never could show it well, but I absolutely did. I still do.

Being locked inside the core of the dying star, the earth sun, I found myself drowning in grief.

Grief for my heart. My heart meaning my children. God, how I missed them terribly.

The love Professor Venomous and I built was solely on our family. Our kids. It was that bond of love for our children that created such a beautiful sort of relationship, a relationship that I believed was unbreakable.

Brushing Fink’s hair together, helping her play videos game, building her cool weapons or trikes. Fink almost calling me Box-dad once.

Having PV actually bond with each of my kids and find out what they like to do, just so he could find a way to build them something to help with their endeavors. PV driving Raymond to sports practice, and taking the kids to get take out for dinner—-all the little things I miss so much.

All of us going out together for family time. To the beach. Farms. Just relaxing or shopping or watching the kids put on a skit or play, it was the perfect time.

Now, I can’t even remember what anyone even sounded like anymore. Space is so deathly quiet. I can’t even imagine how sweet it is just to drink cool water or just hug my kids again. I’m in a living sort of stasis, and my organs are frozen in time.

Suddenly, I feel as though everything is shaking suddenly, and my body is whipped again right through space, but now I’m moving so fast—-I can see echoes of the past and almost present intertwining.

And now—-now—

I’m here. Back at… Boxmore?

“Boxman—-this is the President of the Universe! You get your best life courtesy of the winner of the Tournament!”

Best life? I wonder. What would that entail? And why the heck is the President of the Universe giving out that sort of gift?

Oh well.

All I know is that I’m not in the sun anymore.

I feel myself surrounded by cold metal and voices. Loud, excited voices.

“Daddy!”

“Father!”

“We missed you so much dad!”

My children are here!! All of them, and now I’m finally happy. Yes.

I’m happy and my children are here, safe.