Good bye

Troy looked at his father wishing he could remember and grateful he didn't. All the years he had pretended and almost convinced himself. He never knew his father and he grew up strong. He was there for someone else and in return that person was there for him.

Troy looked at his father one last time. Troy knew he had outgrown his need. Now he had outgrown the want and the pain. That this man was just a person, the position of father was unavailable.

Kyle was now someone forgotten in his former life, simply transformed into an acquaintance at best. worst of all his imagination was forever going to cease. The amazing man he created, simply withered away, like a balloon letting out all its air. His hero was now truly dead. Troy was now going to be the man he imagined. The man he had grown up to be without realizing it.

Troy walked out the door and the man fallowed behind him. Kyle put his hand on his shoulder, he gave him a small pat. He uttered words that struck deep inside Troy. If you remember me or not i will always love you. I am proud of you, the man you have are and the man you will become. You can hate me and i will still tame a dragon for the backyard. You can wish me a way and i will always protect you. There was never anything to be afraid of. I am and was never that far from you. Nothing could completely separate you from me. Your blood pumps through my veins and my heart beats for you.

Kyle walked past his son to hide the look on his face. He understood why he didn't remember him and it was for the best. Ann did a fantastic job at replacing the memories. Even when a person forgets they will still try to fill that void. They will look for something that fits the missing space. It was time to give his memories back to him. He would win his sons back and had been waiting a life time to do so. This wasn't goodbye but see ya later. It was time to give him space. He knew his boy would come around. He knew he was mad and he had all the right in the world to feel that way.

In the bed his brother stirred. He seamed to be looking much better then only hours before. The color in his face was its normal hue. The pasty white with a yellow hue had darkened into a fleshy color. Angela was asleep on a pull out bed. This was the first time he had seen her sleeping peacefully. Her crisis had been avoided. That thought brought a smile to Troy's face. This was his favorite part of the job. When he knew that they would all be ok. It was easy for him to walk away in moments like these. They returned to their lives and he continued to his. The only problem was they where his whole life.

Troy found his feet where stuck on the floor just looking in. He wanted to say goodbye. He wanted to hug his brother. He wanted to watch him heal and become whole again. He wanted to be there for Reese and he knew a huge part of him was going to shatter, if he couldn't be in his life. He knew his life was forever going to be scared this weekend. Somehow this felt harder. It was harder because he had to be the one to leave. He couldn't stand there and be there for him anymore.

Troy was happy for Reese. He wanted him to live and watch his family grow. Troy knew he couldn't go with them. He had a life and had to leave and let their happy ending happen.

On a piece of paper Troy wrote a letter to his little brother. He had started it a few weeks earlier. He planned to give it to him at his funeral. Troy finished it and left it in his room. It was time to go. He had to go back to the life outside these hidden walls. He had to go stand by his mother's side. For the first time in eighteen years she was going to tell him the whole truth.