To those who have suffered a hiatus
All fans of a show, or of several, knows the pain of the dreaded hiatus between the seasons.
At first we all feel something along the lines of this:
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But as time goes on, the days slowly drags on by and turns into weeks. And we pull ourselves together a bit, our haunting of fanfic sites slow down a bit, little bit, and we accept that things takes time:
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We slowly start to engage in the world again, we squint at the sun when we go outside. We feel the heat of the sun warm us up, slowly from the outside in. Our bones stops to ache for just one more episode.
We take deep breaths when asked how we are, because we are STILL not fine, because a TV show ripped us to pieces and left us bleeding over the summer. But we are healing, not because we are over it. No, it's because we have a navie hope that next season will mend our broken hearts and bended spirit.
Come midsummer we are smiling again.
But then September sets in...
We once again feel the call in our bones, our hopes and dreams for our ships, for the characters we have fallen in love with, and we burn with anger over those who wronged these fictional characters. But for us they are real, their struggles are real. We rejoice with them and we cry with them.
We know that we will be sucked in yet again and we go willingly.
The first episode of the season is just next week and we smile like loons, it's part anticipation and part fear. What will they do to us this season? Will they break us even worse or lift us up? We don't know but when the first episode comes around we think we are ready.
The season ends and it starts over once more.
We were wrong. We were not ready.