Victoria Station Scene
These two strangers began towards them. To her sister they were strangers, but to her these two forms held the love and personalities that had gotten her through one of the hardest times in her life. They were welcoming her back with open arms and a light in their eyes that she had longed to see and so happily found. They had been through a lot in their own time. Things had changed. One practically destroyed, and the other trying so hard to keep him together. She had wished so much over the past year that she would find her way to them again, and she had. As they stood in Victoria Station, in the crowd of faceless people, she realized that because these two were here that she had returned "home".
In the face of one, remained a longing. A longing for something passed that he wished would return, but "seemed" so absolutely hopeless. But in those blue eyes there remained a spark of something fantastic, seen every time a genuine smile spread across his face. His face, though worn, was still so young. It reminded her much of her own face after all that she had been through. They both knew such strong meaning for the reference to a “before time.” A phrase that had several times passed his lips. And she always reminded her self of that, whenever he seemed so hard to cheer. Because after all this time, she had grown to love him and trust him as a friend.
In the other, she saw so much hope. Immediately put at ease with his generous and sweet mouth and charming voice. Their green eyes seeing everything that was possible in each other. For a year she had sought a kindred. Someone to understand her and support her, after having lost the only person who had always understood her, her father. He had been so much to her during her hardships, and she had grown to love him dearly. Longing to be with him with every passing day. And wishing time would heal her still open wounds, so she could be what he wanted. Wanting so badly to be herself again, to find her lost light. He was so stable and understanding; she longed to be stable, for him. Wishing for him to be her light. As she would find out, that hope was not misplaced, and she would grow to love him madly and have that love returned equally.
In the face of one, remained a longing. A longing for something passed that he wished would return, but "seemed" so absolutely hopeless. But in those blue eyes there remained a spark of something fantastic, seen every time a genuine smile spread across his face. His face, though worn, was still so young. It reminded her much of her own face after all that she had been through. They both knew such strong meaning for the reference to a “before time.” A phrase that had several times passed his lips. And she always reminded her self of that, whenever he seemed so hard to cheer. Because after all this time, she had grown to love him and trust him as a friend.
In the other, she saw so much hope. Immediately put at ease with his generous and sweet mouth and charming voice. Their green eyes seeing everything that was possible in each other. For a year she had sought a kindred. Someone to understand her and support her, after having lost the only person who had always understood her, her father. He had been so much to her during her hardships, and she had grown to love him dearly. Longing to be with him with every passing day. And wishing time would heal her still open wounds, so she could be what he wanted. Wanting so badly to be herself again, to find her lost light. He was so stable and understanding; she longed to be stable, for him. Wishing for him to be her light. As she would find out, that hope was not misplaced, and she would grow to love him madly and have that love returned equally.