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[tiv] Beverly Donofrio quote
Sep. 24th, 2010 01:51 am[Set in Broken Promise Land. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silvr_moonbeams isn’t used with permission so much as assumption, while sitherequietly is mine to use and abuse as I choose. Set way way way in the future.]
“One day can make your life; one day can ruin your life. All life is is four or five big days that change everything.”
She wasn’t supposed to come back from that last vision.
She felt it the minute it started. She was surprised her head didn’t explode from the pressure. What it did do is knock her out, for how long she wasn’t sure. She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to wake up, either. There was finality to this vision, something telling her that her work was done, and she could rest now. Finally. Finished with champions and Apocalypses. These were all battles that were larger than her and she was tired of being so involved in them. She felt terrible for leaving Dean behind, but as far as she was concerned, she was overdue. It was time for her to go and move on to the next stage of her existence, and as far as she was concerned, it was over.
And then she woke up.
She didn’t have visions anymore. Her body was too broken for that. She knew that when Castiel had tried to heal her, he had good intentions, but he should have realized that the Powers didn’t want her to come back. She still hurt and she hadn’t left the small apartment that she and Dean had managed to obtain for themselves in years. She just stayed inside, shutting herself away from the rest of the world, and even putting some distance between her and Dean. She didn’t want anyone close to her. She didn’t want to be here, and she couldn’t help the thought that it was his fault, because Dean didn’t want to be alone.
She didn’t want to blame him. She knew that he was just trying to help her. Instead he had just robbed her of her time, again, just so that he wouldn’t be alone, and she couldn’t help but resent that. She wanted to be able to move on from it, but every time she moved, it was just another reminder of what had been taken from her. There were consequences for fighting fate and she felt it every day. Sam and Paige got married, had a baby, things that she used to look forward to, and now she just waited for fate to catch up with her. It wasn’t as though she had anything to aspire for—she just wasn’t capable anymore.
( *** )
1045 words
silvr_moonbeams isn’t used with permission so much as assumption, while sitherequietly is mine to use and abuse as I choose. Set way way way in the future.]“One day can make your life; one day can ruin your life. All life is is four or five big days that change everything.”
She wasn’t supposed to come back from that last vision.
She felt it the minute it started. She was surprised her head didn’t explode from the pressure. What it did do is knock her out, for how long she wasn’t sure. She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to wake up, either. There was finality to this vision, something telling her that her work was done, and she could rest now. Finally. Finished with champions and Apocalypses. These were all battles that were larger than her and she was tired of being so involved in them. She felt terrible for leaving Dean behind, but as far as she was concerned, she was overdue. It was time for her to go and move on to the next stage of her existence, and as far as she was concerned, it was over.
And then she woke up.
She didn’t have visions anymore. Her body was too broken for that. She knew that when Castiel had tried to heal her, he had good intentions, but he should have realized that the Powers didn’t want her to come back. She still hurt and she hadn’t left the small apartment that she and Dean had managed to obtain for themselves in years. She just stayed inside, shutting herself away from the rest of the world, and even putting some distance between her and Dean. She didn’t want anyone close to her. She didn’t want to be here, and she couldn’t help the thought that it was his fault, because Dean didn’t want to be alone.
She didn’t want to blame him. She knew that he was just trying to help her. Instead he had just robbed her of her time, again, just so that he wouldn’t be alone, and she couldn’t help but resent that. She wanted to be able to move on from it, but every time she moved, it was just another reminder of what had been taken from her. There were consequences for fighting fate and she felt it every day. Sam and Paige got married, had a baby, things that she used to look forward to, and now she just waited for fate to catch up with her. It wasn’t as though she had anything to aspire for—she just wasn’t capable anymore.
( *** )
1045 words
