Mar 30, 2006 21:44
#40 - Solitary
It's cool, and quiet out here. Alone, in his solitude. Too quiet almost. He sometimes still hears a crackling of a radio if he listens too hard.
He takes a drag of his cigarette, idly wondering. He hates being out here alone, but he doesn't want to wake Kate up because he's afraid of monsters lurking in the dark. If anything came after him, he has a gun in his waistband and a powerful set of lungs.
He rubs a hand over his face, wondering why things feel so complicated, when for the first time in a long time, he knows what needs to happen. But he still feels out of control of his life.
It didn't seem fair. To know what you need, but not be able to get it.
His life is full of paradoxes. A hero, whose position was unwanted. A love for a woman who he never wanted to hurt, yet all his plans were to hurt her in the end.
A love for a woman who he wasn't sure was going to stick around long enough to get any further than they already had.
His head hurts. So he cradles it, and wills for things to just go away.
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