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Jan. 16th, 2011 10:44 pmBecause your daddy wasn't supposed to die.
The words keep running through William's head as he goes to a room upstairs. He knows Wade meant it, doesn't make sense for him to lie. He ends up on the bed with his head in his hands and wishing he'd gone home, at least there he could find that drawing, the only thing left from that day.
Wade saw something in his father, they just understood each other. Then it all fell apart at the train station and now there's this other place, but it doesn't feel like a beginning.
Milliways seems like it should be, there's books to read and folks who care, but William just doesn't know. He hasn't had a good night's sleep in about three nights so he ends up falling asleep as his thoughts keep turning on Wade and his father.
In the darkest part of the night, he wakes up sweating from a nightmare of bullets and coughing that ends with burying Mark. This isn't the right room and his brother isn't there and he cries in frustration and then can't stop. When the tears exhaust him, he sleeps again and doesn't wake until the sun slants through the curtains and he lays in bed, trying to feel like a man before he faces the world.
The words keep running through William's head as he goes to a room upstairs. He knows Wade meant it, doesn't make sense for him to lie. He ends up on the bed with his head in his hands and wishing he'd gone home, at least there he could find that drawing, the only thing left from that day.
Wade saw something in his father, they just understood each other. Then it all fell apart at the train station and now there's this other place, but it doesn't feel like a beginning.
Milliways seems like it should be, there's books to read and folks who care, but William just doesn't know. He hasn't had a good night's sleep in about three nights so he ends up falling asleep as his thoughts keep turning on Wade and his father.
In the darkest part of the night, he wakes up sweating from a nightmare of bullets and coughing that ends with burying Mark. This isn't the right room and his brother isn't there and he cries in frustration and then can't stop. When the tears exhaust him, he sleeps again and doesn't wake until the sun slants through the curtains and he lays in bed, trying to feel like a man before he faces the world.
