You can't even come to my wedding without punching out the best man.
Why was that coming to mind now, even if it was still a viscerally satisfying memory? (Just not quite satisfying enough.)
It wasn't raining out, and she wasn't standing across the street from the limo in front of the church, feeling water trickle down her scalp and along her spine and into her shoes, not caring if she was cold and soaked and freezing. Not wishing that damn Billy Joel song would stop running through her head (but you can make decisions too, and you can have this heart to break).
Fandom had been one of the few places she'd been honest-to-god happy. The reason why was hard to shake, wrapped up as it was in the island itself, and sometimes Katchoo felt like as long as she was here, if she just turned around at the right time she might catch a glimpse of the past --
But that was stupid, wasn't it? Just a dumb bit of wishful thinking.
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Date: 2011-04-03 07:36 am (UTC)Why was that coming to mind now, even if it was still a viscerally satisfying memory? (Just not quite satisfying enough.)
It wasn't raining out, and she wasn't standing across the street from the limo in front of the church, feeling water trickle down her scalp and along her spine and into her shoes, not caring if she was cold and soaked and freezing. Not wishing that damn Billy Joel song would stop running through her head (but you can make decisions too, and you can have this heart to break).
Fandom had been one of the few places she'd been honest-to-god happy. The reason why was hard to shake, wrapped up as it was in the island itself, and sometimes Katchoo felt like as long as she was here, if she just turned around at the right time she might catch a glimpse of the past --
But that was stupid, wasn't it? Just a dumb bit of wishful thinking.