Fanfic Review Request:: "Now She is Mortal"
Holy crap, I wrote something.
If anyone has any comments on this, I'd be grateful.. It's not entirely done, I don't think, but maybe it's just a drabble.
She has to figure out now where she fits in his life. Or maybe, where he fits in hers.
After the crash, after Jesse, after everything that's happened, she begins to acknowledge that little frisson of fear that strokes her spine when she sees girls hanging over her man... And it makes her sad and angry at the same time, but it makes her feel resigned too.
She admits, for the first time, a few days after the accident, that it still hurts that he didn't stop for her first.
She can rationalize that Dom would have been the only one to get Vince off that truck, and that Leon was closer, but nevertheless, this ache stands out among the rest of her body's complaints because it's an old one, a feeling of being the second choice, that she's there for the convenience of it (and maybe a bit of love), and not because she's his number one priority.
What a fucking double-standard, she fumes quietly one night. If she went off with someone else, she'd be out of a home, friends, and a job. But he can do it, because he's the King of the World.
It never used to bother her, up until the accident. She was tough and able, and she could put down just about anyone she needed, but afterwards, she is bruised and aching, and it seems like all the other little aches and pains of the soul have decided this is their time too.
So she goes on, doted on by a mourning Mia, waiting to decide what she's going to do. Because she can't stay in this little pit of the world, waiting to collapse in on herself in doubts and blow away like so much dust.
Now she is mortal, and there is so much more she needs to be.
If anyone has any comments on this, I'd be grateful.. It's not entirely done, I don't think, but maybe it's just a drabble.
She has to figure out now where she fits in his life. Or maybe, where he fits in hers.
After the crash, after Jesse, after everything that's happened, she begins to acknowledge that little frisson of fear that strokes her spine when she sees girls hanging over her man... And it makes her sad and angry at the same time, but it makes her feel resigned too.
She admits, for the first time, a few days after the accident, that it still hurts that he didn't stop for her first.
She can rationalize that Dom would have been the only one to get Vince off that truck, and that Leon was closer, but nevertheless, this ache stands out among the rest of her body's complaints because it's an old one, a feeling of being the second choice, that she's there for the convenience of it (and maybe a bit of love), and not because she's his number one priority.
What a fucking double-standard, she fumes quietly one night. If she went off with someone else, she'd be out of a home, friends, and a job. But he can do it, because he's the King of the World.
It never used to bother her, up until the accident. She was tough and able, and she could put down just about anyone she needed, but afterwards, she is bruised and aching, and it seems like all the other little aches and pains of the soul have decided this is their time too.
So she goes on, doted on by a mourning Mia, waiting to decide what she's going to do. Because she can't stay in this little pit of the world, waiting to collapse in on herself in doubts and blow away like so much dust.
Now she is mortal, and there is so much more she needs to be.