@thebcstofus said:
‘ i made a life out of chasing a ghost. ‘ ( from Colm! I was gonna pick a happier one, I really was...)
HEARING COLM ADMIT it sends a wave of shock through jesper. his father had never been the most loquacious of people — his presence in jesper’s life had always been marked by the feeling of steady, warm hands on his shoulders, or squeezing him tight in a comforting hug. but never had he been a supplicant voice in jesper’s head.
“ ma’s ghost? ” he almost doesn’t want to say it, as if afraid that acknowledging this will scare colm off into silence again. but he wants to hear this. he wants to hear his father say something, anything, about his own grief. maybe if they spoke about it — aditi’s ghost, hovering over them both all this time, could settle or vanish. anything. he’d take anything. “ i wondered why you never . . . why you never remarried. ”
here comes the hard part. here comes the part that puts a lump in his throat.
“ i . . . i was worried that you just — i thought you’d just resigned yourself to being lonely until you . . . ” died. he can’t even SAY the word. “ why chase ghosts? didn’t you always tell me not to chase foolish things, huh? why couldn’t you — ”
