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Song: Burning Pile - Mother Mother
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates...
She had no long term goals, no plans for the rest of her life. A few tentative dreams, but she squashed those out every time they came up. Nothing would come of them, even if she let it.
She had never thought about what might happen after Roy accomplished his goal. Their goal. To be honest, she didn't expect to survive to see that day.
Any other woman would be happily married by now, or happily divorced. There would be children to look after, and plans for the future involving grandchildren and a peaceful death.
She had no plans, no expectations, no notion of what the future might hold.
She had one purpose, and all the other aspects of her life were shoved aside so that she might fulfill it. Things in her life were falling apart, but compared to what she stood to lose if she should fail, that seemed insignificant.
It was reckless, really. If she should survive to see Roy achieve his goal, she would return to a wreck of a life. Little money, few friends. No one at home for company but an aging dog.
Her life was soaked in oil, ready to go up in flames at the tiniest spark.
How fitting.
Even so, she wouldn't trade what little she had for the world.
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He had no long term goals, no plans for the rest of his life. A few tentative dreams, but he squashed those out every time they came up. Nothing would come of them, partially because they were both too stubborn, to set in their ways to let it.
He had never thought about what might happen after he accomplished his goal. Their goal. To be honest, he wasn't sure he would live to see that day. Sometimes it seemed that far off.
Any other man would be happily married by now, or happily divorced. There would be children to look after, and plans for the future involving grandchildren and an early retirement.
He had no plans, no expectations, no notion of what the future might hold.
He had one purpose, and all the other aspects of his life were put on hold so that he might fulfill it. Things in his life were falling apart, but compared to what he stood to lose if he should fail, that seemed insignificant.
It was reckless, really. If he should survive to achieve his goal, he would return to an empty life. Few friends, the woman he loved content to keep calling him by his title rather than his name. No one at home for company but a woman he had met the night before.
His life was a fire hazard, ready to go up in flames at the tiniest spark.
How fitting.
Even so, the only thing he would trade what little he had for was her.