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domingo, 22 de enero de 2012
martes, 3 de enero de 2012
How to save a life.
“I just don’t want… I can’t…” He took a deep shuddering breath and pulled away from the embrace. “It feels like I’m losing my sight,” he said and turned away from her, drying his face with the back of his hand.
“It’s like when you’re born blind,” Tom muttered, eyes on a painting that hung in the hallway next to the door to her office. “You’re born blind so that’s all you know. The world is all black, but it’s okay because you don’t know anything else. You might try a few cures, mostly because people tell you to, but it never changes the way you feel about being blind, that you’re alright with it. But then you wake up one day.” He swallowed and his eyes flickered towards the door, to where Bill sat. “You wake up one morning and you can see. At first it’s terrifying, because it’s new and unfamiliar and it doesn’t feel safe. You want to go back to when everything was safe and dark. But then you get used to it and you… you love it. You love it so much and then…”
“You realize you’re losing him,” Anne finished softly, nodding.
“It’s not fair,” he whispered. “It’s not fair.”
“It’s like when you’re born blind,” Tom muttered, eyes on a painting that hung in the hallway next to the door to her office. “You’re born blind so that’s all you know. The world is all black, but it’s okay because you don’t know anything else. You might try a few cures, mostly because people tell you to, but it never changes the way you feel about being blind, that you’re alright with it. But then you wake up one day.” He swallowed and his eyes flickered towards the door, to where Bill sat. “You wake up one morning and you can see. At first it’s terrifying, because it’s new and unfamiliar and it doesn’t feel safe. You want to go back to when everything was safe and dark. But then you get used to it and you… you love it. You love it so much and then…”
“You realize you’re losing him,” Anne finished softly, nodding.
“It’s not fair,” he whispered. “It’s not fair.”
lunes, 2 de enero de 2012
#815
“You know, I tried to run, too,” Bill said. “That day, that’s what I was trying to do. I thought that if I just took her and ran away then we would be fine. But instead it got so much worse and now I’m here. Nothing good comes from running.”
“I’d be careful,” Tom begged. “We won’t get caught; I’ll make sure of it.”
Bill let his eyes slip closed for a couple of seconds before he said, “I don’t want to fight with you,” he admitted, exhausted. “I’m here. I’m here right now. Can’t we just…” He put his hands on Tom’s naked shoulders and their eyes met, foreheads still pressed together. “Don’t be like this. I…” He cursed inwardly at what he was about to say. “Damn it. I need you.”
Tom was looking at him like Bill had said something entirely different than what he had actually said, like he had told him there was a unicorn standing behind him or something.
“I need you, too.”
“I’d be careful,” Tom begged. “We won’t get caught; I’ll make sure of it.”
Bill let his eyes slip closed for a couple of seconds before he said, “I don’t want to fight with you,” he admitted, exhausted. “I’m here. I’m here right now. Can’t we just…” He put his hands on Tom’s naked shoulders and their eyes met, foreheads still pressed together. “Don’t be like this. I…” He cursed inwardly at what he was about to say. “Damn it. I need you.”
Tom was looking at him like Bill had said something entirely different than what he had actually said, like he had told him there was a unicorn standing behind him or something.
“I need you, too.”
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