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A day later, and I'm kneeling in the dirt.
Twenty-four hours, gone by in a blur. There was no question. Not really. His half empty coffee cup left on the bar, when he always cleaned up after himself. His wedding ring sitting next to it on the counter. Back home, his picture of Sophie was gone. But I spend most of the day wandering. Looking. I couldn't stop myself. Going to all the usual places. Going down to the checkpoint in the caves, making sure he didn't head down into Rapture for a security sweep. But this time, there was no body. No trace of him. And morbidly, I find myself wishing for that comfort. The funeral we had for Mike. The finality of it. This is just...
There is no closure in this. I don't understand how there will ever be.
I can't stop thinking about the girls. About their faces. The understanding on them when I sat them down and explained. They've lost three parents, now. They know what it means. They shouldn't have to live like this, I realize, suddenly angry at this place in a way I've never been. This morning, when I sent them off for breakfast with the sitter, they cried, and I felt guilty for that, too, but I needed just a few minutes. I needed to do this.
I find the place where we buried Mike's ring, in the garden under one of the fruit trees, and I bury Tom's alongside it. It felt wrong, the two of them not being together. Like Tom was living half a life without Mike at his side, and now they're back together, somewhere. The Realm, maybe. Or a little candy shop in San Francisco. And I guess that means the universe has rebalanced, that things have been set right.
"Fuckin'... bullshit," I mutter to myself, pushing both hands back through my hair and climbing to my feet. I light a cigarette, pacing away from the glaring beauty of Mike's garden, the two of them practically radiating from every inch of this place, and the only thing keeping me from setting the whole fucking thing on fire and watching it burn is 'cause I know I'd be taking the girl's home away from them, too.
[[It's been 24 hours since Tom's disappearance, so you're welcome to assume you've already been told. Also, if you want your pup to be the unnamed 'sitter', feel free to have the girls with you, if you feel strongly about modding mourning 4 year olds. LOL OH I FORGOT TO MENTION: Neil has 10 stitches beside his right eyebrow, running down his temple.]]
Twenty-four hours, gone by in a blur. There was no question. Not really. His half empty coffee cup left on the bar, when he always cleaned up after himself. His wedding ring sitting next to it on the counter. Back home, his picture of Sophie was gone. But I spend most of the day wandering. Looking. I couldn't stop myself. Going to all the usual places. Going down to the checkpoint in the caves, making sure he didn't head down into Rapture for a security sweep. But this time, there was no body. No trace of him. And morbidly, I find myself wishing for that comfort. The funeral we had for Mike. The finality of it. This is just...
There is no closure in this. I don't understand how there will ever be.
I can't stop thinking about the girls. About their faces. The understanding on them when I sat them down and explained. They've lost three parents, now. They know what it means. They shouldn't have to live like this, I realize, suddenly angry at this place in a way I've never been. This morning, when I sent them off for breakfast with the sitter, they cried, and I felt guilty for that, too, but I needed just a few minutes. I needed to do this.
I find the place where we buried Mike's ring, in the garden under one of the fruit trees, and I bury Tom's alongside it. It felt wrong, the two of them not being together. Like Tom was living half a life without Mike at his side, and now they're back together, somewhere. The Realm, maybe. Or a little candy shop in San Francisco. And I guess that means the universe has rebalanced, that things have been set right.
"Fuckin'... bullshit," I mutter to myself, pushing both hands back through my hair and climbing to my feet. I light a cigarette, pacing away from the glaring beauty of Mike's garden, the two of them practically radiating from every inch of this place, and the only thing keeping me from setting the whole fucking thing on fire and watching it burn is 'cause I know I'd be taking the girl's home away from them, too.
[[It's been 24 hours since Tom's disappearance, so you're welcome to assume you've already been told. Also, if you want your pup to be the unnamed 'sitter', feel free to have the girls with you, if you feel strongly about modding mourning 4 year olds. LOL OH I FORGOT TO MENTION: Neil has 10 stitches beside his right eyebrow, running down his temple.]]