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Up here, the salt-wind on my face and the smell of ocean brine so thick that I can taste it, it’s easy to shut my eyes and pretend that ‘Wolfram & Hart’ is just another firm. Just a little kid learning animal names. Letting my fingers drift from chord to chord, I can imagine that Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ wasn’t a biography and that the faint scar around my right wrist really is from an accident at a construction site. It’s easy to imagine that my life began with Tara.
I’d still been running when I met her, even though my hunters hadn’t made an appearance in months. Hell, I might still be running today if Tara hadn’t given me a reason to stop. It felt a little bit like playing house at the beginning of our relationship… like playing normal… but I was so grateful for the change that I embraced it with everything I had in me, seizing that opportunity for a real life and hanging on with both hands.
But after so many home-cooked meals, so many afternoons spent helping her in the garden with the sunshine on my face, playing normal became normal. And step by step, I was able to leave my past where it belonged: behind me.
So this is my life. The only Angel I’m concerned about is the one we stick on top of our Christmas tree, and the love I feel for Tara isn’t the kind of love that you have to bleed to prove.
It’s different. And it’s beautiful. I wouldn’t trade what I have now for all the money in the world.
Hearing the familiar rumble of the truck that took me out of that old life, I have to smile. Tara’s home. Shifting the guitar on my knee, I start piecing together the song that I’ve been working on, waiting none too patiently for Tara to find me. It’s a matter of ‘when’, rather than ‘if’, and that’s another thing new to my life, that kind of security. I used to think that love was something flimsy and dangerous, a weapon and a weakness, but what we have is stronger than I ever could have believed.
I glance towards the stairs, hearing her footsteps, and smile when she reaches the landing, her long skirt billowing around her legs in the breeze. “There’s my girl.” I set down my guitar, knowing that I’ll have to retune the damn thing after bringing in out here in the humid air, but not caring in the least at the moment. I hold out my hand to Tara instead, hoping she’ll join me for a bit, my priorities straight for once in my life. “Missed you.”
[Open to Tara]
I’d still been running when I met her, even though my hunters hadn’t made an appearance in months. Hell, I might still be running today if Tara hadn’t given me a reason to stop. It felt a little bit like playing house at the beginning of our relationship… like playing normal… but I was so grateful for the change that I embraced it with everything I had in me, seizing that opportunity for a real life and hanging on with both hands.
But after so many home-cooked meals, so many afternoons spent helping her in the garden with the sunshine on my face, playing normal became normal. And step by step, I was able to leave my past where it belonged: behind me.
So this is my life. The only Angel I’m concerned about is the one we stick on top of our Christmas tree, and the love I feel for Tara isn’t the kind of love that you have to bleed to prove.
It’s different. And it’s beautiful. I wouldn’t trade what I have now for all the money in the world.
Hearing the familiar rumble of the truck that took me out of that old life, I have to smile. Tara’s home. Shifting the guitar on my knee, I start piecing together the song that I’ve been working on, waiting none too patiently for Tara to find me. It’s a matter of ‘when’, rather than ‘if’, and that’s another thing new to my life, that kind of security. I used to think that love was something flimsy and dangerous, a weapon and a weakness, but what we have is stronger than I ever could have believed.
I glance towards the stairs, hearing her footsteps, and smile when she reaches the landing, her long skirt billowing around her legs in the breeze. “There’s my girl.” I set down my guitar, knowing that I’ll have to retune the damn thing after bringing in out here in the humid air, but not caring in the least at the moment. I hold out my hand to Tara instead, hoping she’ll join me for a bit, my priorities straight for once in my life. “Missed you.”
[Open to Tara]