Kept Beyond the Morgue

A Follow Up of "Oh My Scarlet Hands"..

Wesley had been corrupted it ran through every ounce of him. Yet there was this part of him, a part that he didn't speak of. The part of his heart that was mine. Bonded to Wesley's soul was the friendships that he kept beyond the morgue. When Wesley was committed he gave it his all and not even death did them part. But there was one thing that changed him, something that cured his hate.. Not me nor his love for me. But something he experienced himself. When driving home drunkenly one night his car was barely making it 'round the bends. He was going far too fast and eventually went off the road and went straight into a spring stream. The winter brought rushing rivers and he was destined for death. But a brave man jumped in after him and managed to save him from the still bleak water he washed up in. He was in a dreamy state but saw the man. A man as dark as the night's sky and as strong as the earth's gravitation. When he awoke he was in hospital, as he examined the room he saw the man. Asleep on the chair in the room, when the nurse came in to check on him she explained that was the man who saved him and insisted on waiting for him to regain consciousness. It had been 5 days that Wesley was out, I myself recall going to visit before he awoke and talked to the man who stayed dormant in the room. He spoke with a philosophical manner. He did not go to school for he was too poor, but now has an important job. Wesley called to the man still with some hate, but something was changing in him. After the man woke the two began to bond. Something Wesley thought was impossible to do with a man of his colour. Soon enough Wesley learned of how the man was a simple man who lived in Jamaica. He had a wife and two beautiful children and spent his life deep sea fishing. But moved here after the riots in 2001 over the politics, 23 lives were taken, 2 of which.. his own daughters. His wife saw no point to carry on months later and took her own life. The man yearned to have the feeling that someone's life depended on him. He went for bike rides looking to help anyone. But due to his appearance he wasn't exactly someone anyone wanted to help them. He explained how he was giving up on finding a new meaning to life, until he saw Wesley's car go over the edge. By the end of their discussion Wesley gained a father, a man he could never share with his old life, except his few reliable friends. Like myself. I called Wesley and carelessly explained my doings to him, being his love he had to see through the pain. He came within minutes. Not to help me clean up my mess. But to comfort me because he too knew that I never wanted this.