Standing at the corner, hands stuffed deep in his trench coat. A Rollex peeks out between two lines of black. He's standing at the edge of tomorrow, having everything he can buy, grasping for the things he can't. Love. Family. Friendship.
He's standing at the edge of an abyss, peering over, wondering just how deep it goes, if he's destined to fall in. The height from here is dizzying, and he feels the vertigo begin to spin, clawingly close, until he steps back, afraid that the screams are his own.
He's standing. It's the crossroads. Will he turn back, continue reaching out for acceptance, for love, for forgiveness. To become a good man, a great man, to be told, "Good job, son. You did well." These are the things, the only things, he's ever wanted to hear. Or will he step forward, into blind ambition, secure in the walls of power, cloistered off in the folds of moves and countermoves, leaving pieces of human heart and flesh behind. One step closer takes him to the edge of the abyss. And then he's falling, falling. Who's gonna save him now?
2 comments:
Now this could have been many scenes for sure, but I see him in the last episode of season 5 when you describe this....
Funny, Alastor. You've always been a diehard fan :).
Rod,
Wrote this after an episode of season 2, but I also thought about the finale of season 5 when he's standing on the edge of the building. Almost looks like he could be contemplating jumping in that one. Maybe he should.
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