#someonesmemory

[crossedsky]

@someonesmemory said:  “it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?” 

    “I’ve had worse.”  He still remembers a very long cold swim days before being pardoned.  A dead heart that wouldn’t have proven his innocence anyway that stained a coffee table.  It’s the therapy and readjusting that’s been hard.  Mentally rather than physically.  Vincent’s been seated at a borrowed desk pouring back over textbooks to get his practicing license back, making notes of things he had to do like renew passport and ID.  There were dozens of people he had to call and talk to.  A potential court case against an organization who had no living leader as far as he knew.  That was probably what was throwing him the most.  The idea of testifying, recounting years of trauma while trying to piece his life back together.  He’s got new laptop open to youtube to test himself, though he has the advantage of not needing a stethoscope to get information.  A shared google doc is up between him, a lawyer and a select number of people able to testify as well.  “Hey, you think you can get Captain America?  He’d be a great example of when things go right-though I’m pretty sure human testing was a lot more lenient back then.”

[azarchive]

May,

This morning I was struck by how different my life is these days. When I woke up you were still sleeping beside me, your arm around me like you didn't want to let me go. I was glad you didn't wake when I got up - you need all the sleep you can get, and I wouldn't want to wake you. Not yet, anyway. I'm writing this while I wait for the kettle to boil, and afterwards I'll finish making you breakfast and bring it to you on a tray. A treat, to thank you for loving me everything. I could spend hours listing the things I'm thankful for, and so many of them are down to you.

I can hear Peter and Stella laughing together. I'm not sure what they're saying, but just listening to them makes me smile. They're such angels, and they've become part of my life in a way that makes me question that they haven't always been there. Isn't that strange, in a wonderful way? There are days when I still can't believe my luck, but I dont think I question it anymore. As Peter once said, we're a family. And I can write that without tearing up, now. I won't even forget how alarmed he looked when I cried the first time he said that, poor boy. Thankfully Stella was too occupied telling me about her day to notice I'd started crying the first time she called me Mom. It had been years since I'd shed happy tears - I wasn't sure if they were even a real thing at one point. And yet I think I cry more from joy these days than I do out of sorrow. and I cant begin to describe how Isn't that miraculous? I'm living a life I wouldn't have dared to dream of, once.

I'm not really sure why I'm writing this. I tell you these things so often, don't I? I'm always thanking you - for your love, for your kindness and patience, for being you. And yet I want to tell you again, I want you to know, and never doubt even for a moment, that I am the happiest I have ever been, because of you. I love you so much. I love you in the morning and at night and every moment in between, when you're happy or sad or so exhausted I have to carry you to bed. I love you, and I'm going to love you for the rest of my life. Isn't that a wonderful thing to look forward to? The rest of our lives?

Maybe we should Have you ever thought about getting married again? I think I would quite like to be your wife.

With all my love,

Lillian

(the letter is folded on itself and placed beneath a saucer on a tray laden with food. there's a small tea stain on the corner. a vase set on the tray holds a blooming rose. a single petal rests against the folded page. @someonesmemory letter sc)

[azarchive]

@someonesmemory​ | but i wish you’d take better care of yourself.

It’s been a long time since there’s been anyone to be concerned about you, and even though May has been such an intrinsic part of your life for so long now that you can’t imagine it without her, you’re still not used to how much she cares. Her friendship had felt so new and strange, never mind her love, and even now it still feels like a miracle you don’t quite deserve. 

But you hadn’t meant to push yourself so hard. You hadn’t even realised you had, until you’d staggered through the door and seen the look on May’s face. You’re lying across the couch now, your legs tucked up under you as you rest your head in her lap, and the sensation of her fingers stroking gently through your hair feels like a slice of heaven. You’re facing her, sheltered by the curve of her body, and you look up at her with a small, apologetic smile. ‘I’m sorry’, you breathe, your arm wrapping around her back, wanting to hold onto her even though your limbs feel heavy, ‘I... I’m just not used to...’ you trail off, because you know that she knows what you’re going to say. You reach for one of her hands, pressing your lips to her knuckles before you hold it against your face. ‘I’ll try’, you whisper, ‘I will’.

[kellieajones07]

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