He knew, of course he knew, that it would have to come to this. But there are things that have also left him unguarded in this long moment, things that nothing could have prepared him for—mostly the feelings, the overwhelming swell of anger and protectiveness and the strange desperation. And then, of course, the resignation. He is not one to think that there is meaning behind any one moment of his life, seeing only the chaotic assembly, but somewhere he knows that if his life were to have any poetry at all, this would not be the final act. It would be the turn, the climax, and as he toes the edge, he can see John’s dark shape down below, and feels the resignation turn toward determination. Maybe it doesn’t have to be the final act after all.
i’ve already reblogged this and keysmashed about this fanmix ,i know. but i’m gonna go ahead and do it again. this is...
thoughtful fanmixes, huzzah!
edit: I reblogged this before listening to it. I’m listening to it now and can I just say that it is one of the most...