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cause we're always waiting to kiss till the sun's down, @norah albright
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Apr 7 2018, 11:03 PM
As awkward conversations go, this was probably one of the more awkward ones.
Awkward isn’t the right word. Try painful. Or uncomfortable. Or “I could probably go another six months in my current predicament to avoid having this conversation completely”. Only he had been telling himself that for years.
It’s never easy breaking apart a family. And perhaps the worst part was that despite his determination and promise to save Mackenzie from trauma during her second life, here he was… still inflicting it. But he couldn’t live his life this unhappy, either. And he couldn’t justify to himself holding all members of this little family hostage for the sake of a crafted image—or, for that matter, for the sake of what was.
He had loved Norah. He still did.
But was he in love with her anymore?
The problem with their current situation wasn’t a disagreement in ideals, or wall-shattering arguments happening on the regular. In fact, whether you were looking from within or without, everything seemed fine. Normal. They spent time together. They cooked meals, and cleaned house, and came and went in regards to their respective jobs, and they cared for Mackenzie in all the ways loving parents should. There was no fire seething beneath the surface; no spark about to catch. Their conversations were free from nagging or little snips. For all intents and purposes, the unacquainted might say they seemed rather perfect.
But they weren’t.
It was true: Vince and his wife had weathered catastrophes, big and small, and stayed together; had been disloyal, and yet learned how to forgive each other; had fought, and fought, and fought, and yet still made up. By all accounts, they ought to have been well over that hill the average relationship couldn’t weather, and heading into “let’s get old together” territory. Instead, the entire idea filled Vince with dread. On the one hand, Norah had been one of the first healthy relationships Vincent had ever had. On the other, well, Norah had been one of his first healthy relationships… and maybe that was the problem. Maybe Vincent had come into maturity with someone who had long-since matured… and post-transformation Vincent—he was a different person.
What he knew was this: things hadn’t felt right in a while… and he couldn’t tell if it was his alcoholism and resultant sobriety—with which came the recollection of just how truly shitty he had been—or the fact he had covered up a murder (justified, yes, but still) on her behalf… or any of the kidnappings, injuries, acts of violences either of them had committed?
Was it their choices regarding their daughter? Was it her death? Or her life?
Were they just fated to fuck it all up from the beginning?
No doubt Norah was already uneasy, given that Vince had sent her the dreaded, “we need to talk” text. But he didn’t know how else to get this ball rolling. And, well… they did need to talk. Because he couldn’t do this anymore.
He just didn’t have it in him.
If you are the Hollow, then I'll be an echoing sound
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