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That was harsh. As well as deserved. I think. Hell if I know. I mean in a way I could go in the kitchen and give her the big brother talk. Again. Like I generally do. It's my role. Among the fixing of broken pieces of furniture and walls.
There is just one tiny detail she forgot.
I had a life. A real life. Normal. 9 to 5 with a bonus check. And I loved it. I'm not some superman. I'm simply a man. Who gave up everything. Again. She may think it was an easy choice. She calls, I run. But damnit, for a spilt second when the phone rang I said no. In my head. No to the pain of losing someone. Again. No to the fears that this time the world was going to end and I had a front row seat to watch it all come down.
No to watching her jump into the fray and know that she may not make it out. That one of us three were already overdo for a death that lasted more than the summer. Joyce's death was hard enough and it was in the world of normal. You are born, you die. It's not happy but it's the way it works. But no demons were involved. Cancer is a bitch, but it's the way of the normal world.
Looking at the other shocked faces around the table I am wondering what is going on in their heads. If they are beating themselves up or like me and wondering why I am here.
Right now I am going with hurt. And worried. Something big is after Willow. Not good.
So we tease her cooking. How can this be new to her? We always tease her cooking. Reason number one, it's not Martha Stewart.
And you know what! If i want to try to start to have a little bit of romance on the side, not a bad thing. I deserve lve as much as the next guy.
I have been there for every mission she has. I have stood beside her for each painful step and wiped tears and blood away. So has Will. We have never run away from this mission.
Not once. Well I haven't. I gave at the office and then at home and then I gave a few more dollars. And an eye. Can't forget about that one.
And I am here. Damnit! I am here.
Because the office called and I joined up. Again.
Looking at Amy I shook my head as I stood up. "It's been a hellva party but I think I need to get some sleep. After all we have a fucking mission to get on to right."
Throwing my napkin down I walked out and up the stairs. I am tired. This mission is going to be painful. I can feel it in every pore that I have.
There is just one tiny detail she forgot.
I had a life. A real life. Normal. 9 to 5 with a bonus check. And I loved it. I'm not some superman. I'm simply a man. Who gave up everything. Again. She may think it was an easy choice. She calls, I run. But damnit, for a spilt second when the phone rang I said no. In my head. No to the pain of losing someone. Again. No to the fears that this time the world was going to end and I had a front row seat to watch it all come down.
No to watching her jump into the fray and know that she may not make it out. That one of us three were already overdo for a death that lasted more than the summer. Joyce's death was hard enough and it was in the world of normal. You are born, you die. It's not happy but it's the way it works. But no demons were involved. Cancer is a bitch, but it's the way of the normal world.
Looking at the other shocked faces around the table I am wondering what is going on in their heads. If they are beating themselves up or like me and wondering why I am here.
Right now I am going with hurt. And worried. Something big is after Willow. Not good.
So we tease her cooking. How can this be new to her? We always tease her cooking. Reason number one, it's not Martha Stewart.
And you know what! If i want to try to start to have a little bit of romance on the side, not a bad thing. I deserve lve as much as the next guy.
I have been there for every mission she has. I have stood beside her for each painful step and wiped tears and blood away. So has Will. We have never run away from this mission.
Not once. Well I haven't. I gave at the office and then at home and then I gave a few more dollars. And an eye. Can't forget about that one.
And I am here. Damnit! I am here.
Because the office called and I joined up. Again.
Looking at Amy I shook my head as I stood up. "It's been a hellva party but I think I need to get some sleep. After all we have a fucking mission to get on to right."
Throwing my napkin down I walked out and up the stairs. I am tired. This mission is going to be painful. I can feel it in every pore that I have.