~communing~
"She needs you, Cooper. She needs to see."
"I think it's too soon. She's...in such a dark place now, she's lost so much...it's hurt her in such a deep place that it will never fully heal."
"Is that a reason not to show her?"
"No. You know as well as I do that everyone deserves that chance. But...I look into her past, and all I see is the same thing, over and over. Loss. Pain. Death. Darkness. And this last blow...it's brought it all home to her. Her heart is cut too deep to be fully healed...I could see that as soon as I laid eyes on her."
"But her heart is not yet hardened. She still feels, as hard as she tries not to."
"Yes, she still feels. She feels pain, anguish, sadness and loss. After this...she'll shy away from anything even resembling that kind of contact again, this soon."
"You're wrong."
"You don't know everything, you know."
"I never claimed to. But neither do you."
"I never claimed to either."
"Show her, Cooper. Show her in the way only you can, with kindness and patience and love. She has been forever a dark flower, waiting only for the right time to bloom...and you have forever been the best of us. Give her what she needs, so she can finally find the one she deserves."
~awakening~
The dark eyes open in the darkness of his room at the Inn, brought back again from that place of communion.
"With so many others that have been wrong, how can I help her find what's right?"
The question is asked uselessly to the empty room, no answer expected and none given.
Sitting up, he turns and lowers his feet to the floor, his elbows finding his knees as his forehead comes to rest in his palms with a sigh.
Always, that mild headache from communing. Like he'd been listening to someone play music with a heavy bass beat to it, turned up to painful intensity right next to his ears.
Nothing for it but to let it fade, as it will with a cup of coffee and a little bit of time.
Getting to his feet, he dresses for the day, despite the fact that the hour is still to early for the sun's rays to touch the world. No more rest for him tonight.
Another sigh is breathed as he pauses at the door, his hand on the knob. The warm brown eyes turn towards the dark heavens beyond the roof of the Inn, another statement made that he knows will be heard but will not get an answer.
"I hope this doesn't end with me telling you that I told you so."
The door is opened as he makes his way downstairs to find that cup of coffee.
"She needs you, Cooper. She needs to see."
"I think it's too soon. She's...in such a dark place now, she's lost so much...it's hurt her in such a deep place that it will never fully heal."
"Is that a reason not to show her?"
"No. You know as well as I do that everyone deserves that chance. But...I look into her past, and all I see is the same thing, over and over. Loss. Pain. Death. Darkness. And this last blow...it's brought it all home to her. Her heart is cut too deep to be fully healed...I could see that as soon as I laid eyes on her."
"But her heart is not yet hardened. She still feels, as hard as she tries not to."
"Yes, she still feels. She feels pain, anguish, sadness and loss. After this...she'll shy away from anything even resembling that kind of contact again, this soon."
"You're wrong."
"You don't know everything, you know."
"I never claimed to. But neither do you."
"I never claimed to either."
"Show her, Cooper. Show her in the way only you can, with kindness and patience and love. She has been forever a dark flower, waiting only for the right time to bloom...and you have forever been the best of us. Give her what she needs, so she can finally find the one she deserves."
~awakening~
The dark eyes open in the darkness of his room at the Inn, brought back again from that place of communion.
"With so many others that have been wrong, how can I help her find what's right?"
The question is asked uselessly to the empty room, no answer expected and none given.
Sitting up, he turns and lowers his feet to the floor, his elbows finding his knees as his forehead comes to rest in his palms with a sigh.
Always, that mild headache from communing. Like he'd been listening to someone play music with a heavy bass beat to it, turned up to painful intensity right next to his ears.
Nothing for it but to let it fade, as it will with a cup of coffee and a little bit of time.
Getting to his feet, he dresses for the day, despite the fact that the hour is still to early for the sun's rays to touch the world. No more rest for him tonight.
Another sigh is breathed as he pauses at the door, his hand on the knob. The warm brown eyes turn towards the dark heavens beyond the roof of the Inn, another statement made that he knows will be heard but will not get an answer.
"I hope this doesn't end with me telling you that I told you so."
The door is opened as he makes his way downstairs to find that cup of coffee.