Writers: What's left
Jan. 7th, 2010 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic“Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left." - Hubert Humphrey
As each shot rang through the air, Peter flinched against the noise. Emotion swelled up inside him but on the outside he remained stoic. All around he could see the faces of the other mourners, but for Peter the only face that mattered was the one that was no longer there: Nathan’s.
The final shot was fired and Peter’s eyes turned to the sky. Jets roared overhead. Peter subconsciously focused on the lead jet. That was where Nathan would be. He was always a leader. The jets screamed back over their heads again, disappearing into the infinite sky. Peter felt the emotion building up so strong he almost choked, and though he tried swallowing it down it remained there begging for a release.
Later that evening Peter drifted through the cool night air. The stars looked much brighter away from the lights of the city. They seemed so close but Peter knew they were millions of miles away. No matter how hard he tried Peter would never be able to reach them.
Flying felt the same way for him tonight. Peter could shoot through the air fast as a jet, or lazily float like a model plane. But no matter how he used the power it didn’t feel the same. He could fly forever but he would never be able to reach Nathan again.
Still Peter flew, vainly trying to keep some part of Nathan alive.
As each shot rang through the air, Peter flinched against the noise. Emotion swelled up inside him but on the outside he remained stoic. All around he could see the faces of the other mourners, but for Peter the only face that mattered was the one that was no longer there: Nathan’s.
The final shot was fired and Peter’s eyes turned to the sky. Jets roared overhead. Peter subconsciously focused on the lead jet. That was where Nathan would be. He was always a leader. The jets screamed back over their heads again, disappearing into the infinite sky. Peter felt the emotion building up so strong he almost choked, and though he tried swallowing it down it remained there begging for a release.
Later that evening Peter drifted through the cool night air. The stars looked much brighter away from the lights of the city. They seemed so close but Peter knew they were millions of miles away. No matter how hard he tried Peter would never be able to reach them.
Flying felt the same way for him tonight. Peter could shoot through the air fast as a jet, or lazily float like a model plane. But no matter how he used the power it didn’t feel the same. He could fly forever but he would never be able to reach Nathan again.
Still Peter flew, vainly trying to keep some part of Nathan alive.