Chapter Nine

[corbyinoz]

Chapter Nine

Jim and Dymphna had planned three guest rooms, besides Jensen’s own, so there was no shortage of beds that night, but still, the children chose to crowd together in the one room.

The orphanage children had travelled this path before, and Jensen watched with a kind of awe as they instinctively knew how to comfort Pascal and

Comments

[sandymg]

Another gorgeous installment. Wow. So few fanfics bring me to tears. This one just did. The language is lovely. I pulled out favorite bits again.

this: This was the first night of the New World, the one that didn’t have Jim and Dymphna in it. In some part of his mind, he wondered if he’d stayed behind in the old one, because he felt so cold, and surely the real night was a warm one?
--- Rang so true. I, thankfully, have never experienced tragedy to this degree. But like the rest of humanity, I've had my moments. And it feels -- just like this.

this: And then Jared’s arms were around him, and Jared was kissing him, so deeply, and Jensen surged back into him, his hands in Jared’s hair, because this circuit of despair in him needed to stop and he had to, he had to, he had to grab and grind and gasp into Jared’s mouth as Jared held onto him and let him break and break and break
--- Your showing of grief is so wonderfully visceral.

[corbyinoz]

Thank you! What a treat for me, to come back to my computer and find such lovely comments waiting.

I'm like you, tragedy has passed me by, thankfully, so this is all pure imagination. But I can certainly imagine what it would be like to lose a member of my family. Or, no, I really can't when I think of my little girl. I think I would stop existing. So that's what I was trying to convey. I am so glad it worked for you! And thanks again for telling me precisely what you liked - that's a very kind gift to give a writer.

[wicked_liz]

I was also moved to tears here. While I've never known grief like this, I have lost family, and that hollow ache that Jensen describes -that feels so much like a literal wound in ones' chest is very much the truth.

Then again grief probably doesn't care about the circumstance and Loss affects us all.

I like that you alluded to the past as Jensen's "old life" and him being left behind there, because it really is like that. The people that pick up and move on are invariably weighted down or scarred by life.

Jared's poius resolutions actually made me hurt even more, which says a lot for character empathy.

Brilliant job, I honestly have no idea where this fic is going~

[corbyinoz]

Thank you! I too am lucky and haven't experienced this kind of grief, but I can imagine it all too well. Well, that is, I *think* I can. I am in no hurry to experience it for real. But I suspect that it will be like all the other huge things of life (being pregnant, becoming a mother) - imagination can lead you only so far. Many things about being a mum caught me broadsides, and I am sure real grief would do so as well. I'm glad that my imagining worked for you!

Oh, Jared - the poor boy is hopelessly confused. Nine times out of ten if we go with what our heart and gut tells us to do, we'd be living a more authentic life.