Okay, still brainstorming ideas for that Thutner fic, but in the meantime, here's this.
There Are Sailing Ships That Pass
It was a horrible thought. He could hardly 熊 to give it even the smallest place in his mind. It caused so much pain to an already injured human being. And yet, it was entirely true.
The fact was, that Amber had been just another phase in his life, just as Lori, and Bonnie, and Julie had been. He’d met her. They’d fallen in love. The only difference was that this time, they hadn’t fallen back out of love.
To Wilson, his life had been all about phases: the pre-marital phase, the Lori, the Bonnie, the Julie, and now, the Amber phase, though Wilson knew, even though Amber was gone, the Amber phase was not over. He knew the Amber phase would be the longest, the most significant, and maybe never end, because Wilson felt like he should be in pain forever.
In a way, it was like sitting on the 支撑, 海岸 watching boats pass by. They all took a while to pass, and they all left behind waves, but Amber was the biggest 船, 小船 that made the biggest waves, which took the longest to smooth back out.
He remembered a line he’d seen in a movie once. It was a movie about a woman who’d 迷失 her husband. He didn’t remember the name.
你 made my life, but I’m just one chapter in yours.
The point was that they’d been in 爱情 when he’d died, but now that he was gone, he wanted her to 移动 on, to meet someone else.
Wilson knew Amber would want him to 移动 on, but he hated that metaphor. Amber was much 更多 than a chapter in his life. For those four months, she had been his whole life.
And Wilson wasn’t ready to 移动 on.
He knew Amber hadn’t left him letters telling him how to get back on his feet like the man in the movie, because the man had known he was dying ahead of time. It had been cancer, Wilson’s specialty.
Wilson only had the note. It was probably the last thing she’d ever written.
To Wilson, the note was the most personal thing he had left of her, 更多 personal than all the clothes in her closet 或者 all her pictures, 或者 even the videos, because the note had been written to him from her, because he’d found it after she was gone, because the so unsuspecting of her fate when she written it, because it was in her handwriting, and most of all, because it reminded him of the part of Amber that was behind a mask, the part that was willing to do anything to make it work, even going to pick up House in a bar in the middle of the night when she was sick, because it reminded him that her willingness to do anything to make it work killed her.
Wilson knew that as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. Amber had only been a chapter in his life, and as much as he wanted to stop time and sit there consumed with grief forever, he had to 移动 on, no matter how much he didn’t want to, because life was making him.
Credit to Passing Afternoon for my 标题 and to P.S. I 爱情 你 because I alluded to it.
Also, most of 你 may already know, Wilson's first wife doesn't have a name as of yet, so I made on up.
There Are Sailing Ships That Pass
It was a horrible thought. He could hardly 熊 to give it even the smallest place in his mind. It caused so much pain to an already injured human being. And yet, it was entirely true.
The fact was, that Amber had been just another phase in his life, just as Lori, and Bonnie, and Julie had been. He’d met her. They’d fallen in love. The only difference was that this time, they hadn’t fallen back out of love.
To Wilson, his life had been all about phases: the pre-marital phase, the Lori, the Bonnie, the Julie, and now, the Amber phase, though Wilson knew, even though Amber was gone, the Amber phase was not over. He knew the Amber phase would be the longest, the most significant, and maybe never end, because Wilson felt like he should be in pain forever.
In a way, it was like sitting on the 支撑, 海岸 watching boats pass by. They all took a while to pass, and they all left behind waves, but Amber was the biggest 船, 小船 that made the biggest waves, which took the longest to smooth back out.
He remembered a line he’d seen in a movie once. It was a movie about a woman who’d 迷失 her husband. He didn’t remember the name.
你 made my life, but I’m just one chapter in yours.
The point was that they’d been in 爱情 when he’d died, but now that he was gone, he wanted her to 移动 on, to meet someone else.
Wilson knew Amber would want him to 移动 on, but he hated that metaphor. Amber was much 更多 than a chapter in his life. For those four months, she had been his whole life.
And Wilson wasn’t ready to 移动 on.
He knew Amber hadn’t left him letters telling him how to get back on his feet like the man in the movie, because the man had known he was dying ahead of time. It had been cancer, Wilson’s specialty.
Wilson only had the note. It was probably the last thing she’d ever written.
To Wilson, the note was the most personal thing he had left of her, 更多 personal than all the clothes in her closet 或者 all her pictures, 或者 even the videos, because the note had been written to him from her, because he’d found it after she was gone, because the so unsuspecting of her fate when she written it, because it was in her handwriting, and most of all, because it reminded him of the part of Amber that was behind a mask, the part that was willing to do anything to make it work, even going to pick up House in a bar in the middle of the night when she was sick, because it reminded him that her willingness to do anything to make it work killed her.
Wilson knew that as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. Amber had only been a chapter in his life, and as much as he wanted to stop time and sit there consumed with grief forever, he had to 移动 on, no matter how much he didn’t want to, because life was making him.
Credit to Passing Afternoon for my 标题 and to P.S. I 爱情 你 because I alluded to it.
Also, most of 你 may already know, Wilson's first wife doesn't have a name as of yet, so I made on up.
