Silence.
It was weird to think that just a week ago such a thing would have left him feeling uneasy and wanting to fill the void with some laughter from his friends, but after the past forty-eight hours it was a much welcome lull to August’s day. Honestly it was hard for him to even fathom that everything around him was indeed real and that he somehow wasn’t trapped in a deceptively elaborate dream that was about to rip his heart out the second he awoke. He’d been
found. August softly let out a single chuckle to himself as the notion still resonated oddly with him. After spending the better part of almost two years coming to truly believe that not a single soul cared for his wellbeing it was still hard to wrap his mind around the reality of how many people had been desperately praying for his safe return.
Unfortunately this news had slowly become overwhelming as it secretly began to spiral his mind downward with overbearing guilt. A whirlwind of family had greeted him with hugs had tears streaming down their faces at his arrival. The pained thoughts they’d succumbed to over the past two years clearly etched into their faces as they desperately held onto him as though he’d vanish if they let go. He’d gingerly embraced them back as a kind gesture, but after having wanted to find someone that knew him so badly and for so long, it came as a sad reality when August realized how little he felt in the situation. All he saw were strangers. Strangers that meant not a single thing to him. He’d tried to study their faces when they weren’t looking directly at him in hopes that some unique curvature might trigger something for him, but nothing came. All of this had began to overload him, and after finding himself plagued with a horrible migraine, the doctor had pulled his family aside and explained that the next few months were going to be a
process. That it was imperative while reintroducing him to everything that all of the steps were taken slowly, and that for the moment all of them should try to get some rest.
His guilt over how happy the doctors words made him though had left August feeling anguished, and unable to get any form of sleep even hours after his family had finally gone home. While trying to embrace the newly found silence a sudden movement behind the edge of his curtains caught his eye though, and for a split second his heart sank. It wasn’t until the man stepped forward and revealed himself that the dread seemed to ebb away slightly as it was thankfully no one from his family.
“Your fine.” August gave a timid smile as he sat upright into a more comfortable and conversable position. It was the man that had found and brought him back. A hero in everyone’s eyes, and despite the tremendously awkward and guilt ridden few days he’d had, a hero in August’s eyes as well.
“Ignatius right?” It was the name his mother had been referring to the man as on multiple occasions of praise as she’d informed others of her son’s return. If it weren’t for those retellings though August wasn’t sure he’d have been able to remember. Every interaction had quickly started to blur and meld together that it was becoming hard to keep track of what each person had said to him. This didn't help his pained guilt as he realized if there were one single thing that should have stuck with him above all else it should have been
this man's name.
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