Open-On-Sunday: Absence
AtS
This one's for you, Annie.
Windows to the Soul
Angel isn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't all these wires and tubes and machines. He wants to hold her hand, but he's terrified of jostling something.
Seeing her lying so still is too much to bear. He needs her desperately. He knows that each day he sinks further into depression and compromise but without her presence he finds it hard to care. He would do anything to hear her yell at him to get a grip.
He stares into her eyes hoping for a sign. Instead all he sees is her face devoid of any spark at all.
This one's for you, Annie.
Windows to the Soul
Angel isn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't all these wires and tubes and machines. He wants to hold her hand, but he's terrified of jostling something.
Seeing her lying so still is too much to bear. He needs her desperately. He knows that each day he sinks further into depression and compromise but without her presence he finds it hard to care. He would do anything to hear her yell at him to get a grip.
He stares into her eyes hoping for a sign. Instead all he sees is her face devoid of any spark at all.