Sawyer’s childhood, his parents in Heaven

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SAWYER’S CHILDHOOD

Sawyer pulled the toy bunny from the hat, relishing in the applause his Mom and Dad gave him, what the kids at recess gave him.

Getting the magic kit from the toy store was one of the best things he ever did. He could do things that would make people smile, that made him feel famous.

But none of it was real. The magic was only bought from a store. It wasn’t like he was a being of great divinity. Sawyer was just a little boy, a mere human like everyone else.

The magic he had was good, but sometimes, he wished it was real.

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SAWYER’S PARENTS IN HEAVEN

Gemma and Jayci watched as Sawyer ran off to be with the woman he loved, Clover. Clover died with him back on Earth, but she took longer to get back to Heaven. The second she returned, Sawyer smiled, his eyes lighting up like they did when he was a small child.

They wanted to appear as peaceful as they could in front of their son, but when he left, they clenched tight to each other’s hands.

“Mommy? Can I get it? Please please please please?”

“Hmm, let me see…it’s not that expensive. Only a few cents! Sure, why not? But do you really want it?”

“Yes yes yes yes!”

“Alright then. Why not?”

But that was just the thing that got him interested in the circus all those years ago. Gemma bought him the magic kit from the local toy shop and thought that it was completely harmless. In fact, Jayci didn’t care much that Sawyer got a magic kit.

Then they both died of old age. Jayci first, Gemma after.

And then Sawyer died in his twenties.

“There’s just something odd about that woman. The way she smiles. Why does she smile so much?”

“You think so, Jayci?”

“Look at her. Why would anyone stay in an abandoned circus for so long?”

“Jayci, I know what you’re saying. I agree. But maybe we’re both wrong. Sawyer seems to be okay.”

That was all they could do back in Heaven. They couldn’t comfort Sawyer when he was suffering, when Circe was draining his energy. They couldn’t save him at all.

Heaven was supposed to be a place of contentment, but in those months of watching him in pain were the most hellish years of their existence.

“Sometimes I wish I had friends. Everybody likes my magic but it’s like people only want me for that. My magic.”

“Is that what you really think?”

“It’s what I know, Daddy. They come to see me do magic and then they leave. They play with their friends. That’s all I’m good for.”

“It’s alright, Sawyer. Don’t cry. You’ll find the people that matter soon enough and then, you’ll feel better. These things take time.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“That’s true, but I’m also telling the truth. You’ll have to trust me on this.”

“Okay.”

Sawyer said “Okay” with a smile when he was ten, but Jayci knew better than that. Jayci knew that he was still thinking about it when he left Sawyer’s room, but Jayci didn’t prod him, as he felt it best that Sawyer talked about his problems.

What were Gemma and Jayci prepared for? They got married, had a child, and lived lives of love. Their mothers and fathers didn’t know about demons that ate bones, demons that looked like people and stole away energy. They weren’t prepared, and when the terrors were happening, they couldn’t save him.

Jayci wrapped Gemma into a hug. Tears began to fall from both of their eyes, but at least they were alright.

At least Sawyer finally found the salvation he was searching for in childhood.