Post by twilight on Jul 20, 2018 13:54:13 GMT -5
The year is 1851. My name is Tobias. We are living in Des Moines. I was 13. My father’s name is John Corsic. My mother is Joanna Corsic. We are potato farmers. Life is hard but easy in some ways. Now looking back on that life it was something right out of Little House on the Prairie. When I was a child in this current life, my mother used to watch reruns of that show on channel 5 every afternoon at 4pm. I would watch it with her, and I used to count everything that I found wrong. I never had the heart to tell her Id lived back then once long ago in an another life.
Millard Fillmore was our President of the United States. People were on the Oregon trail and moving westward. There was a coinflip in the east was to what to call the first city in Oregon. Heads it would be called Boston, after Boston, Mass of course or tails, called after Portland of Portland, Maine, guess which side won?
I was pretty astute in school, I had plans of continuing my education and perhaps being a teacher. Our teacher took it upon herself to encourage me. She was only 20. Her name was Sarah. And she had always had an affinity for me, since the day she came to be our teacher. I think she kind of liked me but back then such things were frowned upon. But still on my 14th birthday. After school. She gave me a present, a book, my very own book. It was a book written by Herman Melville, it was about a sea captain searching for a white whale. It was an excellent book.
She was a tad overweight, but very pretty eyes. You could see something behind those eyes. Sadness and intelligence all mixed together. I told her thank you and she nodded then leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. We were alone as most days. I smiled, she did so but very shy. I got up to walk away and she went back to grading papers. But I stopped and walked back to her. I said “When I am 20 and you are 26, no one will care about our ages. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly and then whispered, “maybe 19 and you 25 I don't think I will wait much longer.” Her smile lighted up “I will wait as long as you wait”. I kissed her again this time not light, and she kissed me back.
The next day we went back to normal, I her student and her my teacher. We pretended nothing had happened that day. But a few months later after school, I told her my father needed me at the farm and I would no longer continue my education. She protested profusely. But my mind had been made up. I told her I had spoken to my parents about us. She looked scared, I set her at ease. I presented her with an engagement ring, it belonged to my mother. He had given me her blessing, my father as well. The plan was for me to work on the farm, and let time go by. People would forget I was her student. And we would be married as soon as I turned 17.
In our time people would marry as young as 13. She would come to live with my family and I. She hesitated but a moment and screamed yes as she took the ring and put it on. She kissed me, no longer afraid or hesitant. She kissed me as if we had kissed a thousand times. That night she came home with me and met my parents and we had dinner. My parents loved her from the moment they met her. She insisted that she keep tutoring in my education. She said that education was a way for me to be more than just a farmer. And to my surprise my father agreed. On my 15th birthday we finally were together. And it was our first time for each of us. On my 16th birthday once we were sure enough time had passed we were wed by the Justice of the Peace. She continued to teach and those who know of us didn't seem to mind at all. Most agreed we were a good pair. I loved her and she loved me. But she became sick. Came down with Tuberculosis. 7 months after we had been wed she passed away. Soon after I went as well. It was one of the few times I had moved on without wanting to move on. I did not go to Jeville. I simply waited a year before coming back again. I didn't want to come back, I wanted to stay with her, but it was not up to me.
And I tell this story because I have several stories to tell. Stories that I need to tell. If I don't speak about them then its as if they never happened. And they did happen. A part of me doesn't quite know what I am doing as a wrestler. Sometimes it feels as if my heart isn't into it. But then I remember the past. I remember those who are no longer with us. And I remember why I still do what I do.
I want to do better than I have lately. I want to show up at our PPV and prove to people why I am long lived. I want to beat every person that enters the main event and one by one dispatch them. I want to be the world champion once again. So that I remember it in the next life and the one after that. So that Twilight is not forgotten like all the lives I have lived.
I want to be more.
Fade to light
Millard Fillmore was our President of the United States. People were on the Oregon trail and moving westward. There was a coinflip in the east was to what to call the first city in Oregon. Heads it would be called Boston, after Boston, Mass of course or tails, called after Portland of Portland, Maine, guess which side won?
I was pretty astute in school, I had plans of continuing my education and perhaps being a teacher. Our teacher took it upon herself to encourage me. She was only 20. Her name was Sarah. And she had always had an affinity for me, since the day she came to be our teacher. I think she kind of liked me but back then such things were frowned upon. But still on my 14th birthday. After school. She gave me a present, a book, my very own book. It was a book written by Herman Melville, it was about a sea captain searching for a white whale. It was an excellent book.
She was a tad overweight, but very pretty eyes. You could see something behind those eyes. Sadness and intelligence all mixed together. I told her thank you and she nodded then leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. We were alone as most days. I smiled, she did so but very shy. I got up to walk away and she went back to grading papers. But I stopped and walked back to her. I said “When I am 20 and you are 26, no one will care about our ages. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly and then whispered, “maybe 19 and you 25 I don't think I will wait much longer.” Her smile lighted up “I will wait as long as you wait”. I kissed her again this time not light, and she kissed me back.
The next day we went back to normal, I her student and her my teacher. We pretended nothing had happened that day. But a few months later after school, I told her my father needed me at the farm and I would no longer continue my education. She protested profusely. But my mind had been made up. I told her I had spoken to my parents about us. She looked scared, I set her at ease. I presented her with an engagement ring, it belonged to my mother. He had given me her blessing, my father as well. The plan was for me to work on the farm, and let time go by. People would forget I was her student. And we would be married as soon as I turned 17.
In our time people would marry as young as 13. She would come to live with my family and I. She hesitated but a moment and screamed yes as she took the ring and put it on. She kissed me, no longer afraid or hesitant. She kissed me as if we had kissed a thousand times. That night she came home with me and met my parents and we had dinner. My parents loved her from the moment they met her. She insisted that she keep tutoring in my education. She said that education was a way for me to be more than just a farmer. And to my surprise my father agreed. On my 15th birthday we finally were together. And it was our first time for each of us. On my 16th birthday once we were sure enough time had passed we were wed by the Justice of the Peace. She continued to teach and those who know of us didn't seem to mind at all. Most agreed we were a good pair. I loved her and she loved me. But she became sick. Came down with Tuberculosis. 7 months after we had been wed she passed away. Soon after I went as well. It was one of the few times I had moved on without wanting to move on. I did not go to Jeville. I simply waited a year before coming back again. I didn't want to come back, I wanted to stay with her, but it was not up to me.
And I tell this story because I have several stories to tell. Stories that I need to tell. If I don't speak about them then its as if they never happened. And they did happen. A part of me doesn't quite know what I am doing as a wrestler. Sometimes it feels as if my heart isn't into it. But then I remember the past. I remember those who are no longer with us. And I remember why I still do what I do.
I want to do better than I have lately. I want to show up at our PPV and prove to people why I am long lived. I want to beat every person that enters the main event and one by one dispatch them. I want to be the world champion once again. So that I remember it in the next life and the one after that. So that Twilight is not forgotten like all the lives I have lived.
I want to be more.
Fade to light
