It is three o?clock. I can?t sleep.
I first conceived of it when I saw the way Lirssa?s legs hung as Saif?s hired thug brought her over to us. She never stops moving: everything she does, she does with her whole body. She telegraphs every thought through motion. And yet her legs hung as he walked with her. There was not a single twitch. She sat perfectly still in his arms, with both of her own arms in slings, and all I could think as I tried simply not to fall over was, Lucien was right. All that he said, all that he clearly thought and felt of me, was correct. I?d failed them. I?d failed every one of them.
I told myself, while we were at Mason and Eva?s house, that I should give myself time to think on it. I was suffering from starvation, dehydration, lack of sleep. I had hardly had time to process everything else that had happened: Bajji?s death, the absolute insanity of the things my family had done, this Shade and how he fit into it all.
Bajji. My friend. My friend, I miss you. You were such a good man, a good father, everything I have aspired to be.
It is three o?clock, and three days have passed. We are still understanding the extent of the damage that has been done to her; but even through what was done, she shows a resiliency of spirit that astounds me. Fionna has accomplished remarkable things without me?a huge sale of her art and the promise of more sales to come, to Alper Ergin, and the remodel of the loft. Some part of me believed that they could not do without me, that there would be this vast hole that could not be filled. I know better now. The hole is in me. If I had never existed, they would do just fine.
She made some teasing comment two mornings ago, about installing a couch in one of the rooms for us. I hid my reaction from her, as I have hidden everything else. I could not bear for her to see me as I am now. I sleep in clothes, I shower and dress alone. There is no love. I am so ashamed.
I am not afraid of the pain. I have lived with pain of one kind of another my whole life. I must make sure it is absolutely final. I must not fail in this. I will do everything I can to make sure that Lirssa and Fionna and my child are well and provided for. I have already established that I am incapable of doing this on my own. I will make peace with those set against me and enlist their help. It should not be difficult. I have no pride left to get in the way.
I will begin with ?Ismat.
I first conceived of it when I saw the way Lirssa?s legs hung as Saif?s hired thug brought her over to us. She never stops moving: everything she does, she does with her whole body. She telegraphs every thought through motion. And yet her legs hung as he walked with her. There was not a single twitch. She sat perfectly still in his arms, with both of her own arms in slings, and all I could think as I tried simply not to fall over was, Lucien was right. All that he said, all that he clearly thought and felt of me, was correct. I?d failed them. I?d failed every one of them.
I told myself, while we were at Mason and Eva?s house, that I should give myself time to think on it. I was suffering from starvation, dehydration, lack of sleep. I had hardly had time to process everything else that had happened: Bajji?s death, the absolute insanity of the things my family had done, this Shade and how he fit into it all.
Bajji. My friend. My friend, I miss you. You were such a good man, a good father, everything I have aspired to be.
It is three o?clock, and three days have passed. We are still understanding the extent of the damage that has been done to her; but even through what was done, she shows a resiliency of spirit that astounds me. Fionna has accomplished remarkable things without me?a huge sale of her art and the promise of more sales to come, to Alper Ergin, and the remodel of the loft. Some part of me believed that they could not do without me, that there would be this vast hole that could not be filled. I know better now. The hole is in me. If I had never existed, they would do just fine.
She made some teasing comment two mornings ago, about installing a couch in one of the rooms for us. I hid my reaction from her, as I have hidden everything else. I could not bear for her to see me as I am now. I sleep in clothes, I shower and dress alone. There is no love. I am so ashamed.
I am not afraid of the pain. I have lived with pain of one kind of another my whole life. I must make sure it is absolutely final. I must not fail in this. I will do everything I can to make sure that Lirssa and Fionna and my child are well and provided for. I have already established that I am incapable of doing this on my own. I will make peace with those set against me and enlist their help. It should not be difficult. I have no pride left to get in the way.
I will begin with ?Ismat.