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In the dark, the wet pavement shone like a trail of starlight, looking beautifully out of place in the grimy little town. For her, seeing something so different from the dirt and the fights, from the blood and the cruel, disgusting people that she was so used to—it was amazing, breathtaking, even. It wouldn’t last for long, but it was a sight she’d treasure for the rest of her time in that awful little mess of homes, government buildings, and stores, and for even longer. One that would keep her hopes up, making sure she kept pushing forward, and one that meant she’d spend all her nights at the Golden Stranger Diner, an oddly named little establishment that, like the street that had caused her to be there at all, stood out to the girl like an island in a sea of despair and violence—a safe haven, of sorts.
Named after a local legend of a mysterious individual who roamed the town—before it had fallen into its current state, just barely one step above chaos, of course—keeping crime in check, cleaning up the various messes made by the town’s inhabitants, caring for the local wildlife, and helping anyone who needed it, whether they’d admit it or not. They were beloved, up until the day they disappeared—gone just as quickly as the droplets of water on a road that had made our young main character, please don’t forget her, think of the night sky—vanishing so suddenly and quickly that people quickly began to wonder if they’d ever been real in the first place.
Perhaps, May mused to herself as she sat in the diner one night, their care still protected the welcoming little building she spent so much time, and her, as well. She sighed, picking up her mug to take a sip out of it, and frowning when she noticed she was out of coffee. She slid it to the edge of her table, catching the attention of Beatrice Aureum, a smiling, happy, energetic waitress who she’d come to know.
“Honey, how are you tonight? Have ya seen it yet?” May had told Beatrice of the road on the night she’d never forget, reminding the woman of a similar experience from when she was younger, and making her want to see it, too.
May smiled, primarily for the waitress’s benefit. “Not yet.”
“Y’know, ya just gotta keep trying, and, hey, you never know—maybe the Golden Stranger will decide to give ya a hand, just like they did for me, when I was yer age.” She started pouring coffee into May’s cup, like she had a million times before, as if she hadn’t just said something world-shattering.
Perhaps it wasn’t for her, but May certainly would have dropped her mug on the floor at that, if she’d been holding it. “You've—You’ve seen the Golden Stranger?!” If anyone but Beatrice had claimed this, she’d have dismissed it without a second thought.
Then again, she wouldn’t have been having this conversation with anyone else.
The waitress chuckled. “O’ course I have, and more than just seen them, sweetheart. Why do you think I work here?”
May gaped at her. “You mean… I thought… But… What? The Golden Stranger is really real?!”
“They’re very much real, honey, and they own this restaurant.” Beatrice sighed, her expression saddening. “But, nowadays, the rest of the world—heck, even this tiny little town—is a bit beyond their ability to repair, so, as of late, they’ve just been sticking to improving lives in small ways, namely,” she gestured around them, at all the little booths and the counter, “this here place. A little bit of comfort, like how a home ought to be, for those who don’t have it.”
She paused, giving May the chance to study her expression and posture. She looked different—younger, stronger, and yet older and wiser—and it was obvious that she whole-heartedly believed every word that she was saying. “And, my dear, they saw potential in some people to, maybe, eventually, do the type of thing they once did. After all, it’ll take a lot more than one person to do much good these days.
“Most o’ these people, they’ll just give a bit of subtle, indirect help—a little shove in the right direction, if you will. But,” Beatrice bent down to look directly into May’s eyes, “Some people, they were able to help and keep safe much more directly.”
Beatrice’s expression looked completely serious, and had a look in her eyes May couldn’t quite name. “People,” she returned the shocked girl’s cup, “like you and me.” Beatrice walked away, and May speechlessly watched the kitchen door—if that was even what it really lead to—swing shut behind her.
May gazed out her window as she absentmindedly stirred milk and sugar into her coffee, questioning everything about the universe and her life that she’d always taken as a fact without giving it even a second thought.
Ten years later, May had been forced to move away, to the big city, for a couple reasons. She worked in an office, boring, yes, but it payed decently. Her mind often wandered to the nights she’d spent at the Golden Stranger Diner, in a tiny dump of a formerly beautiful town, the kind that tourists had flocked to from all over, a town that didn’t deserve the diner.
She couldn’t help but wonder about it, honestly. You’d be the same way if you were in her place, I’m sure.
One day, when she was out on her lunch break, she paused by a newsstand, to read the headlines, and decided to buy a copy of that week’s paper. She sat down on a nearby bench to read it. As much as she’d always preferred print over reading digitally, it offered her little comfort in this case, and each sentence was a new horror that made her long more and more for the ‘Golden Stranger’ of her hometown.
“Honey?” She ignored the voice at first, dismissing the possibility that it could be who it sounded like. “Oh, dear, May, sweetheart.. You did want my help, didn’t you?” This was enough to make May look up, scarcely believing her eyes, as the woman standing before her hadn’t changed a bit since they’d last met.
But, yes, this was indeed Beatrice. Once again, just like all those years ago, May’s brain couldn’t figure out how to respond.
For the third time in her life, the girl—more of a woman, now—who never run out of things to say, was speechless.
Part Two: Link will be added when it’s up.
Hello! I'm not the best at these kinds of things, but I'm Dakota, I'm most likely either nonbinary or genderfluid, and I use they/them pronouns.
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