Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing.
AN: This is Jack/Sarah canon...sorta. Post-film. Something nags at me that my historical facts may be incorrect, but I wrote this in fifteen minutes and I don't feel like digging up my notes to check. Just review, please, and that will make me very happy ^_^
Deconstruction
by LuLu
For seventeen years, they had been happy. But seventeen years is only a time. Just as that one week, endless as it had seemed, had been a time. Adding three more years to seventeen and one week, they found that pretending did not work anymore.
Their marriage had gone through many things - his job at the New York World, her own seamstress business, and the peak of it all was their beautiful child, a boy named after his father. He had been so happy. She had been so happy.
They had been so happy, for a time. A time when the phrase 'I love you' was the one thing needed to sustain them, no matter how rough the road or how deep the water. Eventually, though, the road became too rough, and they both died inside.
Since the son's death in the Great War, they simply go through the motions, never saying anything meaningful. But they cannot keep from seeing each other.
Outwardly, they blamed Kaiser Wilhelm and Archduke Franz Ferdinand's assassin and President Woodrow Wilson's hypocritical politics for the son's death. In truth, they were all empty words, everything said simply for the guise of conversation. What was not said and kept inward is a different story. She blames him for letting him run off to fight. He blames her for not telling him to stop him. They never dare to say it out loud; instead, their eyes reveal all.
They had been so happy, for a time. Now she does not allow him to share their bed, and he spends his nights trying to understand why there are such things as war and why God would let such a creation take his only son, his only child. Neither of them sleeps anymore.
Happy endings are not so worthless that they are given away without trouble. They worked for the happily ever after, and they thought for a while that it had been granted to them, but it was never a guarantee.
They had been so happy, for a time. And now tragedy and resentment prevents them from ever getting the happy ending back.
AN: This is Jack/Sarah canon...sorta. Post-film. Something nags at me that my historical facts may be incorrect, but I wrote this in fifteen minutes and I don't feel like digging up my notes to check. Just review, please, and that will make me very happy ^_^
Deconstruction
by LuLu
For seventeen years, they had been happy. But seventeen years is only a time. Just as that one week, endless as it had seemed, had been a time. Adding three more years to seventeen and one week, they found that pretending did not work anymore.
Their marriage had gone through many things - his job at the New York World, her own seamstress business, and the peak of it all was their beautiful child, a boy named after his father. He had been so happy. She had been so happy.
They had been so happy, for a time. A time when the phrase 'I love you' was the one thing needed to sustain them, no matter how rough the road or how deep the water. Eventually, though, the road became too rough, and they both died inside.
Since the son's death in the Great War, they simply go through the motions, never saying anything meaningful. But they cannot keep from seeing each other.
Outwardly, they blamed Kaiser Wilhelm and Archduke Franz Ferdinand's assassin and President Woodrow Wilson's hypocritical politics for the son's death. In truth, they were all empty words, everything said simply for the guise of conversation. What was not said and kept inward is a different story. She blames him for letting him run off to fight. He blames her for not telling him to stop him. They never dare to say it out loud; instead, their eyes reveal all.
They had been so happy, for a time. Now she does not allow him to share their bed, and he spends his nights trying to understand why there are such things as war and why God would let such a creation take his only son, his only child. Neither of them sleeps anymore.
Happy endings are not so worthless that they are given away without trouble. They worked for the happily ever after, and they thought for a while that it had been granted to them, but it was never a guarantee.
They had been so happy, for a time. And now tragedy and resentment prevents them from ever getting the happy ending back.
