she is resilient / she is a fighter. she didn’t choose this life and yet here she stands; the one that everyone looks to, the one they’ve chosen to follow into battle. broken pieces of a fragile heart, slowly being pieced back together. calloused hands now slip into the back pockets of her jeans, she rocks forward gently on the balls of boot clad feet. in her mind’s eye, blood gushes from her father’s wound, red mixing with the dirt of the cement he’s laying on. she can still hear the sound of the axe and bone colliding, the barely constrained sobs of a girl terrified at the prospect of losing another parent. she can see him lying back on the bed, hopelessly pale and unconscious, as they all wait by his bedside in the hopes that he awakens. she can see him slowly opening his eyes, the first thing he sees being his daughters gripping each other’s hands with all their combined might. she can see the visible relief in all their faces, the triumph that speaks volumes. today, we will not lose another one.
it’s easy to become lost in memories, especially when they are all you have left, but movement from her left draws her attention. furrowed brows, curiosity and concern evident in her expression. she won’t push, she knows they all have their skeletons — literally, in most cases. when he finally speaks, she can see the struggle and pain in his eyes. in an instant, mouth parts open in shock and her heart sinks. ❛ oh— ‘m so sorry, dom. ❜ she is all too aware of how little her words must ease his pain. how can one move on after the loss of a child? it’s like she said, there’s not a soul left on this earth that hasn’t lost someone but a child? the thought of it is too much to bear and she prays that she will never have to experience it.
this world has taken so much from her but she is lucky in that she still has her child, the very last piece of glenn. she is fortunate to still have a family that would drop everything to be by her side. her gaze falls, once again, to the grave that holds her husband’s remains. any comfort she offers will likely be inadequate ( how could it be anything but? ) but still, she tries. hesitation is clear, she doesn’t want to overstep, but her urge to comfort wins and she reaches out to place a gentle hand upon his shoulder. ❛ glenn, he — he loved children, was really good with ‘em. ‘m bettin’ he’s up there right now with luke, watching over him. ❜ soft spoken words, laced with sincerity and sorrow; she sends up a silent prayer for the little boy she’s never met.
her kindness was unexpected, although, he knew that if anyone would give it it would be her. they hardly knew each other really, but he’d heard a lot about her given that she was the new leader of their little home at hilltop. they’d be whispers of her often, some words were filled with admiration and hope, others more cynical. he listened to both openly, but ultimately found himself sitting on the side of hope. that surprised him. dom was cynical by nature, even when he tried not to be he would find himself falling into it, like there was no other way, but there was something about maggie and the way people would talk about her that stopped him following the familiar path and allowed him to follow the light instead.
he thought about what she’d said about glenn. he hadn’t known him, but he seemed to be well respected and he could only think of him in a positive light knowing that he was loved so widely and so deeply by maggie. it was a nice thought, luke and him looking out for each other. he wasn’t sure if he believed it. the way the world was now, it was hard to believe in anything good. but there was still good in the world, he knew it deep down. if glenn was with his son right now, he knew he’d be okay, and it gave him a comfort he hadn’t realised he needed.
❛ thank you, that’s a nice thought. ❜ he bowed his head, pushing his lips into a solemn smile. suddenly he was overwhelmed with the knowledge that maggie’s baby wouldn’t have a father. he thought about his own, and knew that sometimes that was a good thing. but dom was nothing like his father and was a father of his own, a better one, a loving and kind one. and even though he worried all the time about being a good parent to luke, the love he recieved from him was enough to disprove his fears. he felt for her unborn child, and although not religious, he silently prayed that it would have enough love from maggie and all of their community to be content. ❛ i’m sorry you don’t have glenn around anymore. i’ve heard a bit about him, ❜ in whispers, he wanted to add, but maybe she wouldn’t want to know that people were gathering in corners talking about him like that. he wasn’t sure he would if it was luke. ❛ he seemed like a good guy. ❜ he must have been, he thought, if maggie had loved him.
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