Re: Eve of Decision: Independence (March)eileen303March 15 2008, 23:14:53 UTC
They'd been losing track of dates that summer. Every day dragged on so damn long, thinking about how long it must be dragging on for Liz and knowing how long it just dragged on for her husband. And for the two of them, even though every day took them farther away from the bullet wounds on the Sherman-Townshends' front porch, they knew that it was running up their odds on accumulating more. When July 4th came, independence was not on their minds, only separation. Sweat has beaded on his face and some of his bangs are sticking by the time he finally lowers his guard a solid two minutes and many harmless explosions later. Her sweet photographer puts down his gun, and she wonders if he is ever equally disturbed and taken aback to see one in his waitress's hands. He turns in her arms and takes her in his, gingerly stroking the back of her head where he must've heard her skull hit plaster. The current of understanding is faltering as the world becomes complicated and mundane again, but she can still hear him making unspoken pledges, all manner of silent vows and never stopping to consider the consequences of upholding a single one. He whispers, shaken and vulnerable, the same request he's made a few times by now, please don't come with us Eileen.
She wants more time, time in which to foster that current under circumstances having nothing to do with threat and no less to do with devotion, but he must go back and keep his twin safe, as well. A phone call can explain his delay, but it's not a delay they can stretch until morning, not in good conscience. And then, it's July 5th, 2006, and there's no more time at all. He holds her hand and, though it must hold a special dread for him, ventures into the hole first.
She wants more time, time in which to foster that current under circumstances having nothing to do with threat and no less to do with devotion, but he must go back and keep his twin safe, as well. A phone call can explain his delay, but it's not a delay they can stretch until morning, not in good conscience. And then, it's July 5th, 2006, and there's no more time at all. He holds her hand and, though it must hold a special dread for him, ventures into the hole first.
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