[IF] APRIL C - "Are you ever satisfied?"
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boar_expert “Are you ever satisfied?”
The voice that rang in her ears as she stood in the middle of the graveyard was high and laughing, not yet touched with the depth of age or the lower registers of manhood. It was a voice that had always been safety and comfort...light where there had only been darkness.
Now darkness was all he knew.
Stepping forward, Kate knelt before Tom’s grave and laid her small armful of lilies against his tombstone. She hadn’t been to his funeral, and hadn’t come back to his grave since the day he died. Now she was here, six days after leaving Lincoln a second time...and she wasn’t sure why she was doing this.
She only knew that she missed Tom, and that she missed Lincoln. She ached for him, a constant hollow throb in her chest that wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t drink it away, screw it away, or push it away...running didn’t work, not unless she was running into his arms.
Tom had always been her voice of reason...her conscience, her calm when she had none to draw from. He’d been the first boy she ever loved, and a part of her past that she could call ‘good’ when she needed something good to look back on. He challenged her to be better...pushed her to be happy, and succeeded.
Reaching out, she traced her fingers over his name, carved into the pale marble of his headstone.
Maybe the voices of the dead were speaking to her...that or her own subconscious. Still...she only had one answer, and no matter who asked the question, she couldn’t bring herself to face the truth. Except for here.
“I am now, Tom.” she murmured in the unnaturally still air of the cemetery, drawing in a shaky sigh as she swallowed past a lump in her throat. “And that’s what scares me.”
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 319
The voice that rang in her ears as she stood in the middle of the graveyard was high and laughing, not yet touched with the depth of age or the lower registers of manhood. It was a voice that had always been safety and comfort...light where there had only been darkness.
Now darkness was all he knew.
Stepping forward, Kate knelt before Tom’s grave and laid her small armful of lilies against his tombstone. She hadn’t been to his funeral, and hadn’t come back to his grave since the day he died. Now she was here, six days after leaving Lincoln a second time...and she wasn’t sure why she was doing this.
She only knew that she missed Tom, and that she missed Lincoln. She ached for him, a constant hollow throb in her chest that wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t drink it away, screw it away, or push it away...running didn’t work, not unless she was running into his arms.
Tom had always been her voice of reason...her conscience, her calm when she had none to draw from. He’d been the first boy she ever loved, and a part of her past that she could call ‘good’ when she needed something good to look back on. He challenged her to be better...pushed her to be happy, and succeeded.
Reaching out, she traced her fingers over his name, carved into the pale marble of his headstone.
Maybe the voices of the dead were speaking to her...that or her own subconscious. Still...she only had one answer, and no matter who asked the question, she couldn’t bring herself to face the truth. Except for here.
“I am now, Tom.” she murmured in the unnaturally still air of the cemetery, drawing in a shaky sigh as she swallowed past a lump in her throat. “And that’s what scares me.”
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 319
