whathastobedone: (The devil's in the coda)
Renee Walker ([personal profile] whathastobedone) wrote 2010-02-20 12:44 am (UTC)

Time and space. They're fickle things.

When she needs them most, like that day eighteen months ago when she could have used a little of both to get her mind wrapped around everything that was happening, they're the two rarest commodities in the world. But when she wants nothing to do with them, like every day spent since then -- jobless, friendless, empty -- she can't ever seem to escape.

She finds a clean washcloth on a towel rack, picks it up like a cashmere scarf and brings it to the sink. As she waits for the water to get hot, she catches her reflection in the mirror.

And stares.

She doesn't even realize that the water is practically scalding her for a few seconds. She jerks back and looks down, only she can't see her hands for the blur of tears in her eyes.

Miraculously, it seems like this is one of those moments when she needs time and space, and thanks to Jack, she can actually indulge in both.

(Just for a little while, though.)


After a few long minutes of sniffling, she pulls herself together and clears her throat, just enough so that she can call, "I'll just be another minute!"

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