sunday_reveries It was her hand...
Title: Loving What Can Die
Note: About Olivia Scott, an OC of Ella's... and brief mentions about all the losses that those of the Crowbar have suffered, but mostly about Olivia. Inspired by this picture prompt
It was her hand sticking out of the wreckage.
Sonny did not have to wonder or question it. He knew.
The hand had been burned terribly, broken in too many places. He reached for the hand but he did not pull it.
When he first met Olivia, she was much younger. It was years ago, and he grabbed her by her hand and pulled her from the sidewalk. She had been lost, and he had gotten in the habit of saving those who are lost, who he senses possibility in, who he knows deserves more than what the universe has ladled them with.
He wanted to help her. While the effort to change may have been about making up past sins, he has reached out to every family member, to help them and bring them into the fold because he wanted to. There has been this connection that he has had with each of them. Sometimes the connection doesn't open up until years down the road, but it goes straight to his heart and it means caring about them sometimes before he even knows all the reasons why.
Sonny watched her grow in his company. He helped her learn how to control her demon, and he began to know her first as the broken girl that he found on the sidewalk and then as the woman that she grew into, and there was never a time that he did not consider her one of his own.
She had a gentleness that had been like anyone else that he has ever met. She had a quiet presence that was comforting even when she wasn't saying a damn thing. She didn't have to say a damn thing at all. And that's beautiful. For someone like Sonny who uses so many fucking words always feeling the need to get his point across, she made a quiet, powerful impact without saying one word.
Sonny has seen her broken, seen her crying. The whole Crowbar family has seen each other at their worst. It always hurts him to see but it was different with her. It became different with her. It felt wrong and right how his feelings shifted, and he had no way of knowing they would.
Yeah, the problem's when you've got no idea what it is you need to do, right? She said that to him once, and it may have been true for him with her. He did not know what was right or he thought he did, but now he knows he was wrong.
He never told her, because she had to view him like that father that had taken her and saved her, nothing else. He never told her, because the timing was never right. He never told her, because he thought it'd ruin something.
All these fucking excuses. The truth is.
The truth is... he never told her, because he was scared, because he was certain bridging that gap between the two of them meant he'd be the end of her. And now she's going, and all he wants
One day, she was a broken girl and years later, she grew into a woman and he loved her.
Sonny loves her.
It is not past tense. She is dead. She is buried under wreckage along with the corpses of so many others.
It was her hand, burnt and broken.
Sonny loves her
And he didn't know he should have grabbed hold of her hand and never let go, said all he meant and all he felt, until it was sticking out of the wreckage of a building, unrecognizable and dead.
Sonny loves her.
Note: About Olivia Scott, an OC of Ella's... and brief mentions about all the losses that those of the Crowbar have suffered, but mostly about Olivia. Inspired by this picture prompt
It was her hand sticking out of the wreckage.
Sonny did not have to wonder or question it. He knew.
The hand had been burned terribly, broken in too many places. He reached for the hand but he did not pull it.
When he first met Olivia, she was much younger. It was years ago, and he grabbed her by her hand and pulled her from the sidewalk. She had been lost, and he had gotten in the habit of saving those who are lost, who he senses possibility in, who he knows deserves more than what the universe has ladled them with.
He wanted to help her. While the effort to change may have been about making up past sins, he has reached out to every family member, to help them and bring them into the fold because he wanted to. There has been this connection that he has had with each of them. Sometimes the connection doesn't open up until years down the road, but it goes straight to his heart and it means caring about them sometimes before he even knows all the reasons why.
Sonny watched her grow in his company. He helped her learn how to control her demon, and he began to know her first as the broken girl that he found on the sidewalk and then as the woman that she grew into, and there was never a time that he did not consider her one of his own.
She had a gentleness that had been like anyone else that he has ever met. She had a quiet presence that was comforting even when she wasn't saying a damn thing. She didn't have to say a damn thing at all. And that's beautiful. For someone like Sonny who uses so many fucking words always feeling the need to get his point across, she made a quiet, powerful impact without saying one word.
Sonny has seen her broken, seen her crying. The whole Crowbar family has seen each other at their worst. It always hurts him to see but it was different with her. It became different with her. It felt wrong and right how his feelings shifted, and he had no way of knowing they would.
Yeah, the problem's when you've got no idea what it is you need to do, right? She said that to him once, and it may have been true for him with her. He did not know what was right or he thought he did, but now he knows he was wrong.
He never told her, because she had to view him like that father that had taken her and saved her, nothing else. He never told her, because the timing was never right. He never told her, because he thought it'd ruin something.
All these fucking excuses. The truth is.
The truth is... he never told her, because he was scared, because he was certain bridging that gap between the two of them meant he'd be the end of her. And now she's going, and all he wants
One day, she was a broken girl and years later, she grew into a woman and he loved her.
Sonny loves her.
It is not past tense. She is dead. She is buried under wreckage along with the corpses of so many others.
It was her hand, burnt and broken.
Sonny loves her
And he didn't know he should have grabbed hold of her hand and never let go, said all he meant and all he felt, until it was sticking out of the wreckage of a building, unrecognizable and dead.
Sonny loves her.