Life is full of Tragedies [liveandxletdie]
Everything that had happened up to this point seemed almost un-real. I still couldn't quite process what had happened and all the implications that it was gonna bring. I wondered who could do such a thing. I had seen a lot of things since my days in Pylea. Even more, after we decided to come to work at Wolfram and Hart, but I had never seen anything like this. It was simply so cruel. So calculated. Who could have the stomach for it? I wondered what Angel would say, how he would react to the news. Actually, I didn't have to wonder, I already knew.
I couldn't stop thinking about every one that had died in the blast. I imagined all their bodies, burned. I didn't even dare to turn on the T.V; the media was probably at the scene right now. I didn't want to have to see what remained...
Just a few minutes before we had all been talking about them. Debating weather or not to call and clear things up with them. And just like that, we find out that there is nothing left. Wesley's mother confirmed everything for us. I wondered if she had someone to console her, some one comfort her in her loss, but Wesley never really talked about his parents, so I didn't know. I had felt bad enough for asking her about what happened when she was too upset to talk, but we had to know for sure. Wesley had to know for sure.
At first, Wesley didn't even move when the news of the massacre were confirmed. You'd think he had turned catatonic or something like that; he just stood there, with the phone in his hand unable to say not one word to his mom. And even after I hung up, and looked at him, there was no reaction from him. It was as if though he wasn't even there. Of course that was until I broke down and started to cry. I hadn't meant to do that. I had wanted to be the strong one, but for those few moments after I began to process everything, I just simply couldn't hold back the tears. I hugged Wesley, and tried to find some comfort in his arms, but he was the one that was in need of comforting.
It was only when I regained my composure that Wesley let his emotions take the best of him. He began to cry, almost shake in my arms and then together we fell onto the floor. Everything he had wanted to say, everything he had been feeling simply came out in just one punch right then and there and he was a lost man.
I had never seen Wesley so heart broken, it was as if his whole world was coming down on him and there was no way to hold the pieces together. From the corner of my eye I saw Charles leaving the room giving us the privacy we so desperately needed. He was already trying to get answers, and I wouldn't doubt if he tried to call Angel either, tell him all that had happened. He too was going to be devastated. He knew everyone there better than any one of us.
Why were our lives always so full of tragedies?
I held Wesley so close and caressed his hair as he cried in my arms. I had to be strong for him, I had to be here for him no matter what, and I always would be. I let him cry, let him get it all out until, until there was nothing left inside of him.
What could I say to make him feel better? What could I do to make the pain go away? I didn't know, so I simply held him there, letting his tears mix with mine. "Shhhh.... it's okay. I'm here," I said softly in his ear. And slowly he began to calm down. There was nothing that I could say to him that would make things better for him, all I could do was simply comfort him as best I could.
[Open to Wesley]
I couldn't stop thinking about every one that had died in the blast. I imagined all their bodies, burned. I didn't even dare to turn on the T.V; the media was probably at the scene right now. I didn't want to have to see what remained...
Just a few minutes before we had all been talking about them. Debating weather or not to call and clear things up with them. And just like that, we find out that there is nothing left. Wesley's mother confirmed everything for us. I wondered if she had someone to console her, some one comfort her in her loss, but Wesley never really talked about his parents, so I didn't know. I had felt bad enough for asking her about what happened when she was too upset to talk, but we had to know for sure. Wesley had to know for sure.
At first, Wesley didn't even move when the news of the massacre were confirmed. You'd think he had turned catatonic or something like that; he just stood there, with the phone in his hand unable to say not one word to his mom. And even after I hung up, and looked at him, there was no reaction from him. It was as if though he wasn't even there. Of course that was until I broke down and started to cry. I hadn't meant to do that. I had wanted to be the strong one, but for those few moments after I began to process everything, I just simply couldn't hold back the tears. I hugged Wesley, and tried to find some comfort in his arms, but he was the one that was in need of comforting.
It was only when I regained my composure that Wesley let his emotions take the best of him. He began to cry, almost shake in my arms and then together we fell onto the floor. Everything he had wanted to say, everything he had been feeling simply came out in just one punch right then and there and he was a lost man.
I had never seen Wesley so heart broken, it was as if his whole world was coming down on him and there was no way to hold the pieces together. From the corner of my eye I saw Charles leaving the room giving us the privacy we so desperately needed. He was already trying to get answers, and I wouldn't doubt if he tried to call Angel either, tell him all that had happened. He too was going to be devastated. He knew everyone there better than any one of us.
Why were our lives always so full of tragedies?
I held Wesley so close and caressed his hair as he cried in my arms. I had to be strong for him, I had to be here for him no matter what, and I always would be. I let him cry, let him get it all out until, until there was nothing left inside of him.
What could I say to make him feel better? What could I do to make the pain go away? I didn't know, so I simply held him there, letting his tears mix with mine. "Shhhh.... it's okay. I'm here," I said softly in his ear. And slowly he began to calm down. There was nothing that I could say to him that would make things better for him, all I could do was simply comfort him as best I could.
[Open to Wesley]