Author's notes: Thank you to Jane Doe51, Azucar, Wofhound159 and Mayzee for reviewing the last chapter, so kind of them. This chapter has ended up a tag for episode 11. I hadn't planned on writing one, didn't feel inspired, but as I looked at this story to see if I wanted to add anything, this came to mind. I hope you enjoy it.
He takes a sip from the mug in his hand as he looks out at the beautiful landscape. He savors the tea before letting it slide down his throat. It's good but not what it could be. A metaphor for his life. He climbs down and plops himself on a step. He finally arrived, not that he's staying, it's just for the night, long enough to witness a breathtaking sunrise, another sunrise in another place, nowhere feels right.
Just like the mug in his hand. He misses the turquoise cup, his beautiful gift. He'd left it behind. He'd almost taken it with him but couldn't He thinks of the many fragments held beautifully togther. How strong is the glue, how far does it have to fall to break into a thousand shards, impossible to be put back together again. He needs to find a safe place for it, where it will be protected and he will never lose it again. Until then, until he's figured it out, it's better away, it's better out of sight. Otherwise he might let his desires, his heart rule his decisions, he might run back forgetting, risking everything. And he knows that should he shatter once more, he will never go back together again.
