@iamthefbi || closed starter || diane and cooper
She’d planned on buying him a pine scented candle for his desk whenever he’d get back to Philadelphia. He’d taken such an affinity for that town nestled in the pines that she worried Philadelphia was going to pale in comparison to the Double R and the Sherrif’s station.
Now, the scent nauseates her.
She remembers every tape, every office game, and every cup of coffee in the absence of Cooper. For awhile, she’d managed going to work. Cooper would want her to be happy, and working for the Violent Crimes Division did for awhile, but then he’d disappeared, and it was different, and Diane didn’t know how to sleep when his voice was in her head over and over and over again.
“”February 24th. 11:30 AM. Entering the town of Twin Peaks,”“ she repeats. There’s a breeze through her window and the air is fresh and remarkably clean and it feels like it’s choking her from the inside out. Everything hurts. The memories, the questions, the state of everything....Diane tries to breathe but it just feels like fire.
Eventually, being conscious is too much, and Tzip drags her to bed. Her brain forces her to shut off, and although she sleeps, it’s not restful. It’s never relaxing.
But, when Diane wakes up, her own blonde hair back. The air is unmoving and if she looks too hard, her curtains shift red. There’s music playing though Diane never lets it play, and when she gets up, there’s no pain in her knee. This isn’t real, but so far from fake.
Diane heads out to her living room and sees her broken heart standing there in all his Boy Scout glory.
“Cooper---” Her voice cracks and the once proud secretary, the one time goddess of a dancer, feels herself start to cry. “Cooper...I--You’re gone.”
