|give me a chance to hold on|
He didn't know how much time had passed since his argument with Sookie. His dark thoughts cycled, one leading to another leading to another, a spiral of hate and sorrow and loneliness until he forgot the bed that he sat on, the hut he was in. For all that it mattered, Mitchell might as well had been back in Bristol. It didn't feel any different. Once again he'd been found out for the fraud that he was, playing at humanity when it could never be so.
It wasn't just Sookie. It wasn't just losing her that hurt. With her, he lost his chance to be human, to love, wholly and completely, to share memory and worth and humanity. All his long life was painted with death and destruction. The only way out was that creative force of love, that giving of yourself. It didn't matter that his heart still beat in his chest, that underneath the sorrow he felt a faint twinge of hunger, that his own blood coursed through his veins. Without Sookie, his life had shattered into a million pieces around him, irreparable.
The single consolation was that he still had George and Annie.
Or did he?
As if from a far distance, Mitchell heard the front door open.
It wasn't just Sookie. It wasn't just losing her that hurt. With her, he lost his chance to be human, to love, wholly and completely, to share memory and worth and humanity. All his long life was painted with death and destruction. The only way out was that creative force of love, that giving of yourself. It didn't matter that his heart still beat in his chest, that underneath the sorrow he felt a faint twinge of hunger, that his own blood coursed through his veins. Without Sookie, his life had shattered into a million pieces around him, irreparable.
The single consolation was that he still had George and Annie.
Or did he?
As if from a far distance, Mitchell heard the front door open.