“It’s not true,” she said. “It’s not mine. I was never there, I didn’t do any of that, I …” She stopped, let out a shuddering breath, and whispered, “I don’t deserve to remember her that way.”
“And there’s the nub.” He had been watching her in her agitation, poised to move if he had to, but now he let himself settle back in the overstuffed chair. “Little message for you on the QT, lamb chop: maybe it’s not about deserving.” Again he held up a hand to forestall her. “Maybe it’s not even about you. Maybe all this has been for her.”
Faith shook her head, shaken and uncomprehending. “I don’t get it.”
“You remember her,” Lorne said. “You remember being with her, seeing just how special she was. That’s not something to throw away. To remember her like that, remember the way you loved her …” Once again he looked suddenly old. “There aren’t enough of us left who do.”
and I was a puddle.
I'll admit, I was a little worried about the length, but talk about great plotting and build up. Then I got to the last section and thought, "Can't I have more?"
Great job of capturing the essence of both Lorne and Faith, of building up Faith's quest into this moment of exquisite vulnerability - something so rarely seen, yet in this story it is completely believable.
Really creative use of the original text as well - that it was part of the false memory.
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and I was a puddle.
I'll admit, I was a little worried about the length, but talk about great plotting and build up. Then I got to the last section and thought, "Can't I have more?"
Great job of capturing the essence of both Lorne and Faith, of building up Faith's quest into this moment of exquisite vulnerability - something so rarely seen, yet in this story it is completely believable.
Really creative use of the original text as well - that it was part of the false memory.