I’m really sad to be in Sad Town right now. I knew that this was pretty much where I was going to end up (I even got myself a job here, and an awesomely Sad Twin who lets me freeload in her sad shack), but deep deep deep down a little part of me was hoping to be wrong. Right now I’m in a much more subdued version of where I was at after 315. Just sad, and heartbroken, and wishing there was more, there was something different, a different outcome. I still just don’t get it. I really don’t. I’m kind of waiting to either get over it, or finally have one last good cry. It might happen when I work on my Sad Neal fic, hopefully.
Neal’s definition of Home was right. Swanfire was Home for me. It has been since season 2 and will probably continue to be for a very long time, if not forever. I knew it was home before it was dead, but I know without a shadow of a doubt now that it was and still is Home. And I miss it. I miss it so badly. And I’m just going to have to pick up the pieces and move on, but jeez does this hurt right now. I want to go back Home guys? Is that really too much to ask?
Ah. That’s where those pesky tears have been hiding.
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