@tellme-your-wishesthree
“A mortal life sometimes feels like the blink of an eye; I do not linger on it often but I know one day Alice shall leave and it is difficult to accept.” Cyrus hated the thought, and it didn’t mean through passing to somewhere he more than likely could not follow. She could use her final wish, and while they would remain in the town it didn’t mean they could continue their relationship as it was. Glancing to Archie before his attention was drawn once again to his pendent, he sighed. “I have grown quite talented at balancing the two, I fear I am like anyone else and prone to moments of melancholy over the future.”
Now that he actually had a future beyond granting wishes, one he still wasn’t completely convinced he deserved.
The genie couldn’t help the soft laugh, letting go of his pendent and allowing it to drop back against his chest. “I am aware, but I still would not burden you as I know you deal with the problems of other’s daily.” Was it fair to bother his new friend in such a way? It didn’t seem right, not when his profession was doing just this, surely he grew tired of listening to such talk. “Do you believe there is more for those who are mortal beyond their life here?” The very thought brought about a soft smile, wondering if his mother was in this place and happy. “It is a lovely thought, the same as living through memories. I have few I think of fondly, although I believe many I have met recently shall become among those few and I hope it will be in a far distant future.”
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That must be hard, to know that your loved one would die long before you did. Archie wasn’t sure how to help with that, exactly. Life and death was a part of life, but it seemed cruel to say that, no matter how gently, to one who would never die.
“Yes, it’s alright to feel both.” His future did seem rather bleak. Archie could remember a time where when he looked into the future, all he felt was dread. It was a time long ago, when he’d been stuck with his parents. He was free now. If only, one day, Cyrus could be free to live, and eventually die.
“I do deal with people’s problems daily. That means I’m good at it, and there is a reason I took the job I did.” Archie would never have become a psychiatrist if that wasn’t what he enjoyed. Technically, the curse had given him this job, but it was one he’d chosen as a cricket. He would never mind helping others.
“I do believe there is something after this life. I’m not sure what. But, I do believe that. Maybe someday, you’ll join us there and see everyone you lost.” Of course, the life after this could be terrible, or not exist at all, but that wasn’t what Archie thought. For him, it just made sense that something good awaited them at the end of it all. “I do hope you get more wonderful memories. Everyone should have good ones.” Everyone should experience happiness. Everyone deserved to have some good memories, in Archie’s opinion. And Cyrus was a very good man. If only he could have a bit more happiness in his life. Perhaps one day, he would no longer be a genie; be free. Surely he wouldn’t be stuck as one for all eternity.
