"I had to," Jack stressed through tears. "I'm sorry, I had to. I couldn't. I just couldn't. I'll be better this way." He tried to sound sure of it. He had to sound sure of it.
Oh but what if he was wrong?
He moved forward again and reached out for him once again, trying to stop him from falling.
"I'm sorry," he said again, moving down to him. "You can't beat it," he said, because of course he knew that's what he was trying to do. He knew it even without a steadily declining connection in his mind.
"You'll forget," he said. "And I will too. We'll both just... carry on. And we feel the same, we can still feel the same. We just won't know. Not yet. Maybe one day. Because it can trip. You can trip it and something... one day. I will see you again."
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:36 pm (UTC)Oh but what if he was wrong?
He moved forward again and reached out for him once again, trying to stop him from falling.
"I'm sorry," he said again, moving down to him. "You can't beat it," he said, because of course he knew that's what he was trying to do. He knew it even without a steadily declining connection in his mind.
"You'll forget," he said. "And I will too. We'll both just... carry on. And we feel the same, we can still feel the same. We just won't know. Not yet. Maybe one day. Because it can trip. You can trip it and something... one day. I will see you again."
He hoped. He hoped.