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nextgenerationmarvel2014-10-02 11:00 pm
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But we had time against us and miles between us
Life’s funny sometimes, Topher Summers thought to himself as he sat underneath the tree where he’d first met Jeremiah Bennet. His laptop was open on his lap, and he was playing a simulation game where you created people and controlled their lives. I mean, in the funny-cruel way, not the funny ha-ha way. Here I am, able to take away anyone’s pain - anyone’s negative emotional energy -and make them feel better, but I can’t do that for myself. He watched as simulation Jerry leaned over the kitchen counter to give simulation Chris a plate of lobster thermidor, which he’d thought was appropriate breakfast food for whatever reason. Topher clicked on Chris and chose the option that would have Chris make out with Jerry.
Ugh. Bad feels. Eyes threatening to water, Topher closed his laptop and leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, looking up, past the tree’s bright green branches and up into the blue sky. What’s the sky like where you are, Jeremiah? Is it as cloudless? As blue? Are you looking up at your sky right now, thinking about me? He closed his eyes. No, he wouldn’t torture himself this way. He wouldn’t think about Jeremiah, and how he’d left to go back to Avalon.
All of it had been so unexpected - everything from meeting Jeremiah to falling in love with him to his just leaving suddenly, out of the blue. Was it me? Did I not love you enough? He knew well enough that those weren’t the reasons for Jeremiah’s leaving, that it had nothing at all to do with Topher or their relationship, but the part of him that was all raging hormones and a mad whirlpool of emotions couldn’t help but go to that place. But still. Why wasn’t the power of my love strong enough to make you stay?
The break-up had been mutual, of course. Borne of the saddest of circumstances, but entirely mutual. There was no way a relationship with that much physical distance could ever work, not unless one of them possessed the mutant ability of teleportation or portal creation. But they didn’t. Topher ran a hand through his short, freshly dyed hair. Brown. Man, I hope that’s not a mistake. It had felt right, though. Besides, hadn’t Carrie Bradshaw done the same thing when Mr. Big hadn’t been able to make it to the altar? She’d dyed her hair brown and brought love back into her life. I have to got to do something besides play the game and watch Golden Girls and Sex and the City on repeat, Topher mused. This is doing nothing good for me. He stood up, dusted off the back of his skinny selvedge jeans and slipped his laptop into his messenger bag, flashing back again to his first meeting with Jeremiah. Is everything going to remind me of you? Because I can’t, if it will.
He lowered himself back on the ground, tucking his legs underneath him, and set his messenger behind him, against the trunk of the tree. Truth be told, he was half-tempted to track down Brooke Wyngarde and ask her to shut down his hurt, but he wasn’t sure if she had the capability of doing that, and besides, she’d get in trouble with Rachel. Hell, he’d get in trouble with Rachel. Topher took in another deep breath as his eyes started to flicker a pale yellow. He could feel that, the negativity somehow feeding the psychic beast that was part and parcel of Topher himself. He closed his eyes. No. Not now. Not today. Back the hell off, Animus. He waited one minute, then two. The darkness inside of Topher stopped rustling around and he opened his eyes.
It’s official. I’m never getting over this broken heart.
Ugh. Bad feels. Eyes threatening to water, Topher closed his laptop and leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, looking up, past the tree’s bright green branches and up into the blue sky. What’s the sky like where you are, Jeremiah? Is it as cloudless? As blue? Are you looking up at your sky right now, thinking about me? He closed his eyes. No, he wouldn’t torture himself this way. He wouldn’t think about Jeremiah, and how he’d left to go back to Avalon.
All of it had been so unexpected - everything from meeting Jeremiah to falling in love with him to his just leaving suddenly, out of the blue. Was it me? Did I not love you enough? He knew well enough that those weren’t the reasons for Jeremiah’s leaving, that it had nothing at all to do with Topher or their relationship, but the part of him that was all raging hormones and a mad whirlpool of emotions couldn’t help but go to that place. But still. Why wasn’t the power of my love strong enough to make you stay?
The break-up had been mutual, of course. Borne of the saddest of circumstances, but entirely mutual. There was no way a relationship with that much physical distance could ever work, not unless one of them possessed the mutant ability of teleportation or portal creation. But they didn’t. Topher ran a hand through his short, freshly dyed hair. Brown. Man, I hope that’s not a mistake. It had felt right, though. Besides, hadn’t Carrie Bradshaw done the same thing when Mr. Big hadn’t been able to make it to the altar? She’d dyed her hair brown and brought love back into her life. I have to got to do something besides play the game and watch Golden Girls and Sex and the City on repeat, Topher mused. This is doing nothing good for me. He stood up, dusted off the back of his skinny selvedge jeans and slipped his laptop into his messenger bag, flashing back again to his first meeting with Jeremiah. Is everything going to remind me of you? Because I can’t, if it will.
He lowered himself back on the ground, tucking his legs underneath him, and set his messenger behind him, against the trunk of the tree. Truth be told, he was half-tempted to track down Brooke Wyngarde and ask her to shut down his hurt, but he wasn’t sure if she had the capability of doing that, and besides, she’d get in trouble with Rachel. Hell, he’d get in trouble with Rachel. Topher took in another deep breath as his eyes started to flicker a pale yellow. He could feel that, the negativity somehow feeding the psychic beast that was part and parcel of Topher himself. He closed his eyes. No. Not now. Not today. Back the hell off, Animus. He waited one minute, then two. The darkness inside of Topher stopped rustling around and he opened his eyes.
It’s official. I’m never getting over this broken heart.