Jim Kirk (
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-01-20 12:04 pm
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Room 222 | Sunday Afternoon
Once upon a time, Jim's weekends had been spent doing every thing possible to get out of his house and away from Frank. He'd stolen cars, run away (not that anyone noticed), gotten into fights, picked up girls and every single thing in between just because everything else bored him.
And what was he doing today? He was reading. He'd chalk it up to the streets being too small in this town to steal a car, running away not holding the shine it used to, fighting causing bleeding which he didn't want to do and girls just being...well, different here than they were back home. There wasn't even a Frank around to piss off (though there was a Jackson).
Jim would have called these sad times a few years ago. Right now, he'd just call it a quiet phase in his life. He'd gotten a letter (two paragraphs long) from his mom that seemed like a freaking form letter yesterday. He'd read it once and tossed it. He hadn't heard from his brother (not surprising).
For the first time, Jim really felt the years that separated this place and back home. He felt it in his bones and in his head and in his heart. It was weird but he internalized it.
That was just his way.
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And what was he doing today? He was reading. He'd chalk it up to the streets being too small in this town to steal a car, running away not holding the shine it used to, fighting causing bleeding which he didn't want to do and girls just being...well, different here than they were back home. There wasn't even a Frank around to piss off (though there was a Jackson).
Jim would have called these sad times a few years ago. Right now, he'd just call it a quiet phase in his life. He'd gotten a letter (two paragraphs long) from his mom that seemed like a freaking form letter yesterday. He'd read it once and tossed it. He hadn't heard from his brother (not surprising).
For the first time, Jim really felt the years that separated this place and back home. He felt it in his bones and in his head and in his heart. It was weird but he internalized it.
That was just his way.
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"Are you worried that they might be in trouble?"
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"I'm worried they might not be happy."
That seemed like the best way to put it.
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It sounded like it.
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"Maybe?"
She wasn't really sure what for, though.
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Oh, Karolina. Usually people didn't sound that surprised by that.
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Things had just been confusing for her for a while now.
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"I don't know. It's complicated."
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She supposed most people did.
Even if they weren't the only surviving member of their species on the planet.
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Unless they were kind of crappy friends.
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A part of why she was feeling guilty right now, yes.
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"It's one person's opinion, Karolina," Jim finally said. "She's not right. You're allowed to be happy."
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Okay, Jim knew that was a little callous when it was something that was bothering her but he tended not to always think before speaking. And he was from a time where not being human was common so he couldn't immediately see the issue.
"Sorry. I'm just...from a place where that's not unusual. And I can tell you that not being human isn't gonna be a big issue in the future. I know that doesn't help now, though."
He sighed. "It's okay to be different."
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That was where the loneliness set in.
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