Post by mara-claire gael dempsey on Jun 26, 2012 0:31:12 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] why must people's breaking hearts pretend? ( WORDS ) 687 ( TAGGED ) Flynn ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Why was this so hard? It shouldn't have to be. It was just Flynn, just her cousin, who was more like her brother. But what do you say to your family when you haven't seen them in two years? And everyone they loved has just been killed? What do you say? Sorry? Sorry your mum and da got killed and all your brothers because of the line of work our family is a part of? If there's anything you need...?Sorry doesn't make it hurt less, doesn't make pain go away. And no matter how many times you offer help you still can't bring back the things people need. You can't bring back their family, can't bring back their peace of mind. Can't make them happy again. As much as you wish to take away someone's pain, share the burden, you can't. It's something everyone must do on their own. Something they have to work out themselves. Mara-Claire hated to see people in pain, of any sorts though, emotional, physical, real or phantom. Especially her family. She wished so much she could siphon anything Flynn was feeling, take it for herself. But she couldn't. And she knew that. And she knew no matter what state she found him in, there was nothing she could do but be a shoulder to lean on and give him time for his wounds to heal. And that hurt the most. That there was nothing she could do, that she would just have to let him suffer. And maybe that's why this was so hard. Maybe that's why Mara had yet to find Flynn. That's why she had come to Valkyrie. To find her one remaining cousin, the one family member she had that she still could love unconditionally, who she could trust. Flynn was in some dirty stuff, but then so was she, and she still cared for him, deeply, despite that. Much more than her own parents or sister at this point, who she didn't even know if she could trust, let alone like anymore. Maybe seeing Flynn would bring back too many memories, of better times, when they had all been close, when they had all been a stone's throw away from each other in Dublin. Maybe that's why Mara had already been here two weeks and she still hadn't seen the one person she knew and cared about in this world. Because maybe it would be harder than she wanted it to be, harder to see him then she could handle. Because maybe he would be just as broken as she was. And if she couldn't fix herself how could she ever fix him? But her she was, at his door. And if she put it off any longer, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. The last of the bright sun was leaving the sky, streaking it orange and purple, making Mara squint at the door she knew was his. Hesitantly, she held her hand up, suspended, waiting to knock on the door. And then she let it drop and turned, cursing herself, her cowardice. What was wrong with her? Just knock. Why couldn't she make herself just knock on the damn door, why was this so miserably hard? Mara turned to the door once more, taking a few steps to close the space between her and it, muttering to herself. She held her hand up once more, letting it hover there for a long moment. Just fuckin' do it. And she let her hand fall into the solid wooden door, rapping on it three times in succession. There was no visible movement or noise from the other side after a few moments, so she knocked again, feeling herself growing more confident. "Flynn? It's me...uh, I mean, Mara-Claire." She tacked on that last bit, remembering Flynn probably expected her to be back in Boston, or at the very least disappeared. She had just skipped town two months ago, not telling anyone where she was going to. "Me" probably meant nothing to Flynn, and she was perhaps the last person he would expect on his doorstep. clothes. I just assumed he lived downtown....sorry if it's not true! |
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