XX/XY Part 3

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XX/XY
Part 3

by Dorothy Colleen

Copyright © 2010 Dorothy Colleen
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Part III: Graduation Day
 

“So, sis, you ready to talk?” The Boy said. They stood facing each other in the Link, which had turned into a quiet grassy field, with the smoke from the destruction of the prison that had held them each in turn drifting upward in the distance. The only other sounds she could hear were the sounds of nature; birds, insects, and a soft bubbling brook nearby.

“Ok,” she said, “You said you figured out how the Link works?” The Boy looked down at the grass. “Yes,” he said, “but it came with a cost”

“Cost?” she asked. “Yes,” he replied, “you see, I have really enjoyed our time together. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything, but, I am sorry, it has to come to an end.”

“An end?” she repeated, “I don’t understand.” “Yes,” he replied, still looking at the ground at her feet, “ I realized . . . I am holding you back.”

He continued, “We have been stuck together for a long time now. But its time for you to have your real turn. You need time, and space to figure out who you are, and you cant do that while you are stuck holding on to me.”

“But,” she started to cry, “I wanted you with me when I woke up from the Healer” “I know hun,” the Boy said, “but, trust me, it has to be this way.’

He drew himself up and looked at her and said “You are now my heir hun, everything I had, everything I could have had, they are yours.” “Then you are really going away, forever?” she asked.

“Forever is too long to think about.” He said. The girl was sobbing now. “What do I do without you?” she asked.

“Keep the promise you made when you got free. Live your dreams. Make me proud. And I know you can” The Girl felt the link start to fade, and realized she was going to wake up soon.

“I will do my best.” she said, drying her eyes, “I won’t forget you”

She started to wake, and heard the Boy’s voice for the last time saying, “Goodbye, sis. You are going to be ok.”

Then the Girl opened up her eyes and said to herself “Yes, I am going to be ok.”

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The girl/the boy part 3

Now the question is what about the future and their legacy. Are they of wizard blood, or royalty?

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

I love the way this seems

Andrea Lena's picture

...to parallel the real-life story of the author... one half gives encouragement and permission to the other... exquisitely told, dear heart. Thank you.


She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Dio benedica la mia bella amici

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

:)

There is a poet waiting to be released in you :)
Let it.

Keep on writing.

Duality of spirit...

Ole Ulfson's picture

can only go so far. For those of us brave enough to see our need through to the end there comes a line that can't be crossed. You are so much a woman that there is no room for the boy who helped you get started.

I've seen the woman in you since I started reading your blogs and have always accepted you to be female. whether your spirits are up or down, I always read you as feminine. You have moved beyond your past.

Congratulations: You are free to be yourself.

Ole

We are each exactly as God made us. God does not make mistakes!

Gender rights are the new civil rights!

thanks, Ole

I really appreciate it. Bit by bit, I'm getting more free, but its not over yet....

Thanks for the support.

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I'm Wondering

Daphne Xu's picture

Are there really two persons? Or is the Boy vs. the Girl a metaphor? Or is it somewhere in between, like when Calvin learns or realizes that Hobbes is just a stuffed tiger, and loses his friend forever?

-- Daphne Xu

Thanks.

Daphne Xu's picture

Thanks. It's still sort-of sad, with the Boy disappearing forever from her life -- at least the way the story's written.

-- Daphne Xu