A Day in the Life / December 13
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / December 13
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
The two sections of his life were starting to bump into each other. He hated the fact that he missed his evenings alone…even though he rarely did anything worth noting. And he wanted to be there for Junior and the kids...he definitely wasn’t going to make the same mistake with Ben and Meg that he’d made with his own kids…although if Jack were alive..........
The dream about the shirts had done him in, he was still paying for it...even though he had gone to see the kids after work today, to see if Junior needed anything and check on Ben, who asked him to sign his cast.
There was part of him that was retreating back into that dark quiet...that place he’d been these last seven years...the place he’d only recently begun to venture out of. For years, all his comfort had come from the past; it would take a while to get that same feeling of well-being from the present...was it even possible?
He spent some time the last two days going over the dream in detail...he imagined it could have happened just that way...and those shirts had stayed there all those years...had Jack forgotten about them? Or did he look at them every once in a while...when things got bad – that thought causing Ennis a fair amount of pain - did he take them off the nail...bring them into the light...let the power of those old days on Brokeback bring him a measure of ease...did he do any of those things?
As for Ennis, it was a daily war he waged...early morning...four or five...before dawn...that fleeting moment when the dreams were real...and then they weren’t...and he fought off reality as it began to creep in like a thief to rob him of the one thing he needed to get through his day...to get through his life.
He remembered that he used to love the dawn...he’d seen more than he could count with Jack, each one better than the one before. Now it signaled the end of pleasure, comfort, grief...the connection with Jack and the past...dawn of a new day...now he loved the dark.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
The two sections of his life were starting to bump into each other. He hated the fact that he missed his evenings alone…even though he rarely did anything worth noting. And he wanted to be there for Junior and the kids...he definitely wasn’t going to make the same mistake with Ben and Meg that he’d made with his own kids…although if Jack were alive..........
The dream about the shirts had done him in, he was still paying for it...even though he had gone to see the kids after work today, to see if Junior needed anything and check on Ben, who asked him to sign his cast.
There was part of him that was retreating back into that dark quiet...that place he’d been these last seven years...the place he’d only recently begun to venture out of. For years, all his comfort had come from the past; it would take a while to get that same feeling of well-being from the present...was it even possible?
He spent some time the last two days going over the dream in detail...he imagined it could have happened just that way...and those shirts had stayed there all those years...had Jack forgotten about them? Or did he look at them every once in a while...when things got bad – that thought causing Ennis a fair amount of pain - did he take them off the nail...bring them into the light...let the power of those old days on Brokeback bring him a measure of ease...did he do any of those things?
As for Ennis, it was a daily war he waged...early morning...four or five...before dawn...that fleeting moment when the dreams were real...and then they weren’t...and he fought off reality as it began to creep in like a thief to rob him of the one thing he needed to get through his day...to get through his life.
He remembered that he used to love the dawn...he’d seen more than he could count with Jack, each one better than the one before. Now it signaled the end of pleasure, comfort, grief...the connection with Jack and the past...dawn of a new day...now he loved the dark.
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Breaking free is hard to do
Date: 2012-12-14 01:44 pm (UTC)Re: Breaking free is hard to do
Date: 2012-12-15 03:38 am (UTC)You said this so well, and it hits home with me:
We feel for all of those who are gone and not with us and we feel the pain of change and separation.
And you're right; if we slow down and see how blessed we really are, losing a parking spot seems so insignificant...
See why I love you guys!
Re: Breaking free is hard to do
Date: 2012-12-15 07:38 am (UTC)*This* is imo the essence of the respect which every living being deserves, just for the fact of being alive (and going to die at some point). Thank you so much for saying it out loud. And I wish you all happiness for the holidays. Your comments mean much to me the whole year long.