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theresnodoor) wrote2011-07-02 09:11 am
theresnodoor) wrote2011-07-02 09:11 am
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OOM
After This:
Milliways is there for those who need it.
So they say.
I was dead.
I was dead.
And now I'm - well, not.
The door swings behind her and the grass beneath her feet is cool and soft. The sun is going down behind the mountains and the sky is streaked with color. All is green and cool and beautiful.
Last summer, it was boiling hot and every spare day was spent indoors or at the beach - not of a lake, but the Pacific Ocean, and they had to take a bus to get there unless their parents dropped them off and... and if she were there right now, there would be no buses and the beaches probably survived but not without their own scars and if she survived if she survived if she survived if she if and if.
Walk. Steps. One in front of the other.
If she had survived, what would she have said?
Trees up ahead, turn, the way is clear.
How would she have justified?
Move, just move.
Was. Was dead.
Run.
Jog, really. Just move. Until all of her energy is taken up with breathing and moving and staying upright.
Or just the last two.
Milliways is there for those who need it.
So they say.
I was dead.
I was dead.
The door swings behind her and the grass beneath her feet is cool and soft. The sun is going down behind the mountains and the sky is streaked with color. All is green and cool and beautiful.
Last summer, it was boiling hot and every spare day was spent indoors or at the beach - not of a lake, but the Pacific Ocean, and they had to take a bus to get there unless their parents dropped them off and... and if she were there right now, there would be no buses and the beaches probably survived but not without their own scars and if she survived if she survived if she survived if she if and if.
Walk. Steps. One in front of the other.
If she had survived, what would she have said?
Trees up ahead, turn, the way is clear.
How would she have justified?
Move, just move.
Was. Was dead.
Run.
Jog, really. Just move. Until all of her energy is taken up with breathing and moving and staying upright.
Or just the last two.
Was. Was dead.
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She watches her go and doesn't move until Steph is gone from her sight. Makes sure she's gone and won't come back, not now.
Without looking away from the door, she takes stock of the time and weather - Tobias might be inside right now. He's certainly not right above her head. And there's no one inside the bar she wants to see right now.
Jogging, sparring, training, nothing is going to cut it now but the old fallbacks.
It's getting dark. No one's going to notice an extra dolphin in the lake.