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priscaTitle: Into Your Arms
Character: Jeremiah, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: Our Song / Fandom Rush
Words: 512
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Jeremiah rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving behind two knocked-over tables, some broken chairs, and a guy with a bloody nose. Erin stared after him, shocked. „What was this? I haven't seen him in such a state for weeks.“
Kurdy got up from his chair, shrugging. „I'm afraid he is still struggling with his guilt. Maybe a party for his birthday was not the best idea.“
„No one blames him! And I thought it would be good for everone; distract us from Libby and everything that happened. It's hard for all of us but for him... Maybe I should have known that he is not ready yet.“
Kurdy put an arm around the young woman's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. „Nothing of this was your fault. Can you handle this mess alone for a while? Then I would like to go, look after him.“
Erin nodded quickly. „No prob; it could be worse.“
„Okay!“ Kurdy nodded shortly, then turned to the cafeteria door to follow his friend. He didn't have to look for long; as expected, Jeremiah was sitting under the stairs at the end of the hall. Libby's famous place at the Mountain was now his refuge when everything got too much. His head rested against the wall, his eyes closed.
When he heard Kurdy's footsteps coming closer, he turned his head, his face still pale, a deep sadness in his eyes. „I know, I am a fucking shit“, he whispered, „I ruined the evening for everyone.“
„They will get over it.“ Kurdy smirked, dropping down on the floor beside his friend. „You okay? Your hand is swollen.“
Jeremiah shrugged. „I guess I should go, apologize to Erin for overreacting like this.“ But he didn't make the try to stand up. „She only meant well. She is always thinking of others first. And I thought, why not play along for an hour or two, smile, and pretend to be surprised and happy? And then she will stop bothering me.“
He clenched his fists, winced slightly when the pain rushed through his arm. „Maybe it would have worked. A beer and one or two whiskey, and I started to relax. But then...“ He breathed in deeply, opened his hands, only to clench them again. „There was this song. Into my arms … I didn't even know the singer. It's an old song from the time before the Big Death.“
Kurdy waited in silence for him to continue. „It was Libby's song. When I first met her, it was playing on her old cassette recorder; she had closed her eyes, threw her head back, and danced to the distorted music. From that moment, I knew she was the only one for me.
Later, when I told her about it, she laughed, in a way only she could laugh, and she said, „I guess I will share the song with you. Make it our song. Because whatever happens, I will keep returning, always and evermore, into your arms.“
Feeling exhausted, Jeremiah closed his eyes. „I did believe her. How could I not!“
Character: Jeremiah, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: Our Song / Fandom Rush
Words: 512
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Jeremiah rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving behind two knocked-over tables, some broken chairs, and a guy with a bloody nose. Erin stared after him, shocked. „What was this? I haven't seen him in such a state for weeks.“
Kurdy got up from his chair, shrugging. „I'm afraid he is still struggling with his guilt. Maybe a party for his birthday was not the best idea.“
„No one blames him! And I thought it would be good for everone; distract us from Libby and everything that happened. It's hard for all of us but for him... Maybe I should have known that he is not ready yet.“
Kurdy put an arm around the young woman's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. „Nothing of this was your fault. Can you handle this mess alone for a while? Then I would like to go, look after him.“
Erin nodded quickly. „No prob; it could be worse.“
„Okay!“ Kurdy nodded shortly, then turned to the cafeteria door to follow his friend. He didn't have to look for long; as expected, Jeremiah was sitting under the stairs at the end of the hall. Libby's famous place at the Mountain was now his refuge when everything got too much. His head rested against the wall, his eyes closed.
When he heard Kurdy's footsteps coming closer, he turned his head, his face still pale, a deep sadness in his eyes. „I know, I am a fucking shit“, he whispered, „I ruined the evening for everyone.“
„They will get over it.“ Kurdy smirked, dropping down on the floor beside his friend. „You okay? Your hand is swollen.“
Jeremiah shrugged. „I guess I should go, apologize to Erin for overreacting like this.“ But he didn't make the try to stand up. „She only meant well. She is always thinking of others first. And I thought, why not play along for an hour or two, smile, and pretend to be surprised and happy? And then she will stop bothering me.“
He clenched his fists, winced slightly when the pain rushed through his arm. „Maybe it would have worked. A beer and one or two whiskey, and I started to relax. But then...“ He breathed in deeply, opened his hands, only to clench them again. „There was this song. Into my arms … I didn't even know the singer. It's an old song from the time before the Big Death.“
Kurdy waited in silence for him to continue. „It was Libby's song. When I first met her, it was playing on her old cassette recorder; she had closed her eyes, threw her head back, and danced to the distorted music. From that moment, I knew she was the only one for me.
Later, when I told her about it, she laughed, in a way only she could laugh, and she said, „I guess I will share the song with you. Make it our song. Because whatever happens, I will keep returning, always and evermore, into your arms.“
Feeling exhausted, Jeremiah closed his eyes. „I did believe her. How could I not!“