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spongetastic) wrote2010-08-18 05:16 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-08-18 05:16 pm
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Stage: Saying Goodbye
“Never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away. And going away means forgetting- Peter Pan”
The wind was bitterly cold against the exposed skin of his face. He stood with his coat pulled tight around his body trying to ward off the chill. He lost count of how many minutes he stood there. The cold didn’t even bother him.
“Peter?” He turned, seeing his mother come out with a coat. “You’ll catch your death if you stand out here,” she scolded him. She draped the coat over his shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled in reply.
“I know you better than that,” Angela chided him. “Come inside and I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
“Mom…” Peter let out a sigh. “I’m not a kid; I don’t need hot chocolate.”
“Then I’ll make you some coffee,” his mother corrected. “Just come inside.”
“Mom, just lay off, okay?” Peter moved away from his mother’s touch, pulling his coat tighter around his body. The woman didn’t try reaching for him again but she hovered close by. Peter knew she was just worried but he really wished she would leave him alone.
But of course it was his mom, so eventually she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back inside in front of the fire. Peter sulked, but Izzy was there and wagged his tail so that cheered the teen up marginally. Peter’s mother went to get him something hot to drink. When she was out of sight Peter got down on the floor to wrap his arms around his dog.
“I love you, Izz,” he whispered into the dog’s white fur. Usually his father didn’t want the dog inside but Peter begged and pleaded. “You know I do, right?” Peter continued as tears started to form in his eyes.
“Peter…” He could hear his mother’s disapproving tone but he didn’t move away.
“Can I stay down here with Izzy tonight? I don’t want him to be by himself.” His mother’s face softened. It was always easier to ask her for things than Peter’s father.
“Of course you can.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Peter stroked Izzy’s fur and scratched behind the Pyrenees’s ears. “Don’t worry, Izz. I’ll be here the whole time. You’ll be okay.” Izzy’s tail thumped happily on the ground and he licked his master’s wet cheek. Peter gave him a kiss. “Love you too.”
The wind was bitterly cold against the exposed skin of his face. He stood with his coat pulled tight around his body trying to ward off the chill. He lost count of how many minutes he stood there. The cold didn’t even bother him.
“Peter?” He turned, seeing his mother come out with a coat. “You’ll catch your death if you stand out here,” she scolded him. She draped the coat over his shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled in reply.
“I know you better than that,” Angela chided him. “Come inside and I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
“Mom…” Peter let out a sigh. “I’m not a kid; I don’t need hot chocolate.”
“Then I’ll make you some coffee,” his mother corrected. “Just come inside.”
“Mom, just lay off, okay?” Peter moved away from his mother’s touch, pulling his coat tighter around his body. The woman didn’t try reaching for him again but she hovered close by. Peter knew she was just worried but he really wished she would leave him alone.
But of course it was his mom, so eventually she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back inside in front of the fire. Peter sulked, but Izzy was there and wagged his tail so that cheered the teen up marginally. Peter’s mother went to get him something hot to drink. When she was out of sight Peter got down on the floor to wrap his arms around his dog.
“I love you, Izz,” he whispered into the dog’s white fur. Usually his father didn’t want the dog inside but Peter begged and pleaded. “You know I do, right?” Peter continued as tears started to form in his eyes.
“Peter…” He could hear his mother’s disapproving tone but he didn’t move away.
“Can I stay down here with Izzy tonight? I don’t want him to be by himself.” His mother’s face softened. It was always easier to ask her for things than Peter’s father.
“Of course you can.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Peter stroked Izzy’s fur and scratched behind the Pyrenees’s ears. “Don’t worry, Izz. I’ll be here the whole time. You’ll be okay.” Izzy’s tail thumped happily on the ground and he licked his master’s wet cheek. Peter gave him a kiss. “Love you too.”