Pinky Promises

This story is dedicated to every Sirius Black and James Potter, to every Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, to every Calvin and Hobbes and to every Abileen and Minny.

I swore

I swore to be by your side and I swore to you that I wouldn’t leave. I swore to you that however far apart our bodies were separated, that yet our souls would still stay connected.

I promised.

I promised to you that I’d plead your sanity if the situation called for it and I promised that I’d bail you out of jail, considering the possibility of me not being locked in with you.

It was always okay to dress up and do nothing. It was always okay to eat into our sorrows and dream about exotic food and dessert platters. Responsibilities were overrated and banks were boring. Why couldn’t we just open that door and fall into oblivion, one last time.

We have odd pacts. I would promise to take care of your children for the first three years of their lives, provided you would be my surrogate if things got out of hand. You promised that you wouldn’t go farther than the ugly sleepy faces, if I didn’t go past the line of revealing your yearning desire for “lurve”.

It still is a fact that we remain a mystery in society. A couple of aliens of a different tongue “roaming” around the streets of the Metropolis, never stopping to care for the world.

I gave my word.

I gave my word that I’d never give a damn about what other people said. We were two of a kind and expecting to be understood was a type of privilege that we couldn’t afford that much. Our world was much better in our heads and often it would get too dense that our brains became a potential hazard to civilization.

Oh well, the world isn’t fair and nor is life. We’ve witnessed illusory death too many times that if Thestrals actually existed, we’d be able to see them.

But it’s okay. We still have our hearts.

I pledge to you.

I pledge to you that we’ll be just fine. All we have left to do is let the pieces of our souls fall into place from being torn apart. Until then, I promise to you.

I promise that I’ll still keep your secrets and your fantasies will always be real to me. I promise that our future will be better than what our past believed it would be.

I pinky promise.