Fringe musings
Just bits and pieces I wrote down about Olivia during the first half of Fringe's second season.
Olivia
Death brushes by and they all shrink away as though any moment of contact might dissolve the stray limb.
...
Until you wake up screaming and everything starts to breathe again. Only your eyes seem to work without complications. It’s a blessing in comparison to your ears.
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Your brain. Your fingers. Your life is in trembling, scattered bits around you and you can’t even tie your shoes.
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Sometimes it’s like being fed through a cheese grater. Sometimes it’s like a hundred red hot wires intersecting your brain all at once.
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You keep tying your shoes.
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For the next hour, the sound of pencil scratching against paper is excruciating.
............
Finally. The crutch falls away. The bell rings and everything twists into golden light.
....
There is no traitor on the inside.
.....
The difference between knowing something and not knowing it stretches infinite, but feels like the point of a stiletto when it pierces your heart.
Olivia
Death brushes by and they all shrink away as though any moment of contact might dissolve the stray limb.
...
Until you wake up screaming and everything starts to breathe again. Only your eyes seem to work without complications. It’s a blessing in comparison to your ears.
....
Your brain. Your fingers. Your life is in trembling, scattered bits around you and you can’t even tie your shoes.
...
Sometimes it’s like being fed through a cheese grater. Sometimes it’s like a hundred red hot wires intersecting your brain all at once.
.....
You keep tying your shoes.
...
For the next hour, the sound of pencil scratching against paper is excruciating.
............
Finally. The crutch falls away. The bell rings and everything twists into golden light.
....
There is no traitor on the inside.
.....
The difference between knowing something and not knowing it stretches infinite, but feels like the point of a stiletto when it pierces your heart.