love is for fools
Alec was gone. Saffron had found out that morning, and while disappearances were nothing new to her, they never got any easier. Just another reminder that the island had made her soft, to the point that she cared about people enough for it to crush her when they were gone. She knew she should have learned her lesson with Chris, and even though no disappearance had been as hard as his, they still hurt. She supposed despite everything she'd lived through, she was still a silly bèndàn when it came to that. Stupid, really, to let it get to her, but it did. Maybe her heart wasn't as stone as she'd have liked it to be. So much for woxiang meier, meixin, bian shitou, the promise she'd made herself almost ten months ago when he'd gone. It hadn't worked.
The evening found her in the rec room, searching the shelves for something to put on the movie projector that would hopefully be mindless enough to distract her from her thoughts. She didn't want to drink away the pain, for once, or at least not yet; who knew what she would decide tomorrow. She browsed the shelves, hoping they wouldn't decide to torture her by giving her the reels Sam and Dean had found a while back. She'd gone back later and watched them both, and she never wanted to see them again.
But the bookshelf wasn't giving her that. It was giving her something called The Lookout, which sounded harmless enough. So she took it, charmed a handsome someone nearby into setting it up for her on the projector, and sat down to watch.
But apparently the shelf had decided to torture her in a different way.
It only happens once a year, then they die.
She would have known that voice anywhere. It wasn't Cuthbert, or Neil. It was him. He was driving a fancy red car, a girl she presumed was his girlfriend in the passenger seat, and he seemed so different from the Chris she had known, the Chris that had been on the island. He was confident, cocky even, and Saffron nearly gasped aloud as he turned his headlights off and the fireflies were all that was left to be seen in the darkness, like little stars winking on and off. Then the accident happened, and she understood.
Four years later, the screen said.
I wake up.
She'd always wanted to know what had happened to him, and now it seemed she was getting her wish. But he was gone, long gone, and she wanted to turn it off, and yet she couldn't bring herself to. She hadn't seen him in so long. Seeing a clone wasn't the same, not at all.
So she kept watching, and ignored the tears that had started to fall the second she saw his face.
[idiot; I will close my eyes and my heart and I will be a stone]
[Timed to Monday evening. Never a bad time to meet her, but friends especially appreciated! She is watching The Lookout, which is former island resident Chris Pratt's canon. ST/LT welcome; new tags accepted through Friday.]
The evening found her in the rec room, searching the shelves for something to put on the movie projector that would hopefully be mindless enough to distract her from her thoughts. She didn't want to drink away the pain, for once, or at least not yet; who knew what she would decide tomorrow. She browsed the shelves, hoping they wouldn't decide to torture her by giving her the reels Sam and Dean had found a while back. She'd gone back later and watched them both, and she never wanted to see them again.
But the bookshelf wasn't giving her that. It was giving her something called The Lookout, which sounded harmless enough. So she took it, charmed a handsome someone nearby into setting it up for her on the projector, and sat down to watch.
But apparently the shelf had decided to torture her in a different way.
It only happens once a year, then they die.
She would have known that voice anywhere. It wasn't Cuthbert, or Neil. It was him. He was driving a fancy red car, a girl she presumed was his girlfriend in the passenger seat, and he seemed so different from the Chris she had known, the Chris that had been on the island. He was confident, cocky even, and Saffron nearly gasped aloud as he turned his headlights off and the fireflies were all that was left to be seen in the darkness, like little stars winking on and off. Then the accident happened, and she understood.
Four years later, the screen said.
I wake up.
She'd always wanted to know what had happened to him, and now it seemed she was getting her wish. But he was gone, long gone, and she wanted to turn it off, and yet she couldn't bring herself to. She hadn't seen him in so long. Seeing a clone wasn't the same, not at all.
So she kept watching, and ignored the tears that had started to fall the second she saw his face.
[idiot; I will close my eyes and my heart and I will be a stone]
[Timed to Monday evening. Never a bad time to meet her, but friends especially appreciated! She is watching The Lookout, which is former island resident Chris Pratt's canon. ST/LT welcome; new tags accepted through Friday.]