LadyAthene
Supernova
- Joined
- May 12, 2015
- Location
- West Coast, USA
July 6th, 2018
23:48 PM EST
New York City, New York
Exact Location: A small, local café
It was hard to believe everything had finally come to an end. For better or worse, it seemed like everyone linked to this past had been appropriately dealt with. The last of the gang members who killed his wife and children got their share of karma and were deceased. Of course, getting to said individuals had been quite the wild goose chase for Frank. Not that he regretted the path he walked down; far from it. But there were times, much like tonight, where his mind tried to haunt him with a now all too familiar question.
Was every drop of blood he'd spilled worth the revenge? Were all the sacrifices he'd made, all the people he killed ... was it really all worth putting his own life on the line so often? Let alone to avenge his dead wife and kids?
That was exactly what made the new sense of peace and serenity incredibly odd, if not a bit nerve-wracking. The answer to the rhetoric question seemed to be yes, and it furthermore appeared to offer him chances he was certain would be kept out of his reach for the rest of his life. A chance to start anew. Maybe - just maybe - he could finally settle down with someone else?
But every time those thoughts tried to comfort him, he mentally slapped himself.
Even if Maria would want that, it doesn't feel right, he chided to himself, his feet continuing to land rhythmically upon the concrete streets of New York City. Now that there were no more culprits for him to chase down, he was at least moving on in some aspects of his life. Just not quite his intimate one, but his daily routines? Yep, definitely.
Frank had been partaking in a new custom daily; one that always occurred after the meetings Curtis Hoyle hosted came to an end. Granted, the actual therapy sessions only lasted about an hour or so, but Frank tended to stay afterwards and talk with some of the other vets for a while longer. Afterwards, though, he opted to go to a small, but quaint, café nearby and sit. Meditate. Relax with himself, his thoughts, and the traditional cup of Joe. As helpful as Curtis' meetings were, they didn't always get his mind to be silent. Maybe Frank was just over-reacting; in fact, there was a very high chance that was possible.
Still, he couldn't deny there truly did seem to be something calming about the atmosphere ... or maybe it was just the fact all his 'work' seemed to be done. Whatever the case was, he found his feet subconsciously guiding him there. And sure enough, as Castle walked calmly through the front doors, there she was. The sweet, young waitress that had been serving him since day one. He didn't often speak or pry into her private life, but they had talked every now and again.
One particular fact he'd noticed about this girl - and perhaps what intrigued him the most - was she didn't recognize him. Or, if she did, she never made a fuss.
Either way, Frank appreciated it. He got more than enough attention when he had been on his personal quest of sorts over the past ... how long had it been now? About a year, give or take?
Something like that, he internally thought to himself, hastily dismissing the thoughts as he took a seat in the closest booth. Once the waitress got nearby, Frank gave her the simplest but most civil greeting would offer anyone; a nod.
"Kindly get me my usual if you don't mind, miss."