01-22-2015, 08:27 AM
Calvin laid a whole lot of crap at her feet, things she didn't need to know things that really were not her concern. Information overload, Sierra sat numbly in the cold snow of the dream with her friend warming her leg for the first time in a long time. She could almost pretend that things were normal, except Snow was dead.
And then he presumed she'd feel like this was her fault. His drinking and falling into a cesspool of despair, was her fault. Everything that happened to him affected him, not her, was not her issue, she choose reclusion to vengeance. She'd chosen to hate humanity for it's ways. He was the one who chose to fight, drink and sleep with women with whom there was no connection. Not her choice, not her problem.
Snow whimpered softly against her leg, he knew what she was feeling and didn't want her to hate Calvin, Snow sent her images, soft gentle caring, and one lasting image that Sierra needed pack more than ever. Calvin wasn't her pack. She wasn't even sure she considered him a friend.
He asked for forgiveness, Sierra didn't see why he needed it, even AA, what had he done to her. Nothing to her knowledge. Snow was dead, sure it was his bursting out into the open that had caused them to shoot in the first place, but it was not he who was to blame. Snow grinned at her in her head. He'd helped her see the truth, she was still angry at him. But it was not his fault for killing her friend, for the images that haunted her days and her nights.
Sierra shook her head. "There is nothing to forgive, you've done me no wrong."
She didn't add the fact that he was looking for forgiveness in the wrong place, Sierra didn't think he had forgiven himself, not quite fully yet for all the things he had done.
Sierra didn't want to talk. She looked at the guitar and nodded towards it. "Play something."
And then he presumed she'd feel like this was her fault. His drinking and falling into a cesspool of despair, was her fault. Everything that happened to him affected him, not her, was not her issue, she choose reclusion to vengeance. She'd chosen to hate humanity for it's ways. He was the one who chose to fight, drink and sleep with women with whom there was no connection. Not her choice, not her problem.
Snow whimpered softly against her leg, he knew what she was feeling and didn't want her to hate Calvin, Snow sent her images, soft gentle caring, and one lasting image that Sierra needed pack more than ever. Calvin wasn't her pack. She wasn't even sure she considered him a friend.
He asked for forgiveness, Sierra didn't see why he needed it, even AA, what had he done to her. Nothing to her knowledge. Snow was dead, sure it was his bursting out into the open that had caused them to shoot in the first place, but it was not he who was to blame. Snow grinned at her in her head. He'd helped her see the truth, she was still angry at him. But it was not his fault for killing her friend, for the images that haunted her days and her nights.
Sierra shook her head. "There is nothing to forgive, you've done me no wrong."
She didn't add the fact that he was looking for forgiveness in the wrong place, Sierra didn't think he had forgiven himself, not quite fully yet for all the things he had done.
Sierra didn't want to talk. She looked at the guitar and nodded towards it. "Play something."