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A/N: I haven't seen the movie, just read the book, and it takes place after the end of the movie/book, but I tried not to give any spoliers so read at your own risk.
"Getting Over It"
Caitlin Greene stared out the window of the almost destroyed police cruiser, watching the street lights and trees past by; the sky was tinged with the first rays of dawn, passing over the landscape and gently stroking her cheeks. She didn't think she'd ever think of the dawn the same way again, as anything different than a bright savior, sending away the darkness and everything that lurked inside of it. It was times like this that she wondered why God had ever created the hated Dark. Then Caitlin had to remind herself that it was over, they had destroyed the thing in the Dark, but she was still happy to see that the sun was going to rise.
She threw her gaze away from the window, looking to her left, where Kyle Walsh sat, stone-faced, driving the car silently. As though he felt her gaze on him, he glanced her way and smiled slightly, a gesture which Caitlin hadn't seen very often lately, or even when they were kids together. He had been her first kiss, first and last, Caitlin would swear if her only boyfriend hadn't attempted to make out with her at the movies in the tenth grade. Caitlin returned his smile and wondered if he was thinking about that night, the last normal night of both their lives; she figured that he spent a lot of time thinking about that night. Probably as much as she did, but for different reasons.
In the back seat of the car, her little brother Michael was sleeping soundly for the first time in months, which was another welcomed sight to Caitlin. Thank God for Kyle, she would have never been able to survive without him. She would have never been able to get over it; if not for Kyle, Micheal might still be in the hospital, surrounded by doctors who constantly poked and tested him, trying to find a sickness that didn't exsist.
Caitlin wondered, if not for her and Michael, where Kyle would be right this second, how he would be; she knew that after his mother "died" when he was ten, that his life had gone to hell. It was clear in his eyes, in his hard face; but Caitlin noticed that his face seemed to be softening every time he looked at her, smiled at her.
Earlier, she had asked him how he had gotten over what had happened tweleve years ago and he said that he hadn't. But Caitlin hoped with her help, that he finally would.
That they all would.
A/N: I haven't seen the movie, just read the book, and it takes place after the end of the movie/book, but I tried not to give any spoliers so read at your own risk.
"Getting Over It"
Caitlin Greene stared out the window of the almost destroyed police cruiser, watching the street lights and trees past by; the sky was tinged with the first rays of dawn, passing over the landscape and gently stroking her cheeks. She didn't think she'd ever think of the dawn the same way again, as anything different than a bright savior, sending away the darkness and everything that lurked inside of it. It was times like this that she wondered why God had ever created the hated Dark. Then Caitlin had to remind herself that it was over, they had destroyed the thing in the Dark, but she was still happy to see that the sun was going to rise.
She threw her gaze away from the window, looking to her left, where Kyle Walsh sat, stone-faced, driving the car silently. As though he felt her gaze on him, he glanced her way and smiled slightly, a gesture which Caitlin hadn't seen very often lately, or even when they were kids together. He had been her first kiss, first and last, Caitlin would swear if her only boyfriend hadn't attempted to make out with her at the movies in the tenth grade. Caitlin returned his smile and wondered if he was thinking about that night, the last normal night of both their lives; she figured that he spent a lot of time thinking about that night. Probably as much as she did, but for different reasons.
In the back seat of the car, her little brother Michael was sleeping soundly for the first time in months, which was another welcomed sight to Caitlin. Thank God for Kyle, she would have never been able to survive without him. She would have never been able to get over it; if not for Kyle, Micheal might still be in the hospital, surrounded by doctors who constantly poked and tested him, trying to find a sickness that didn't exsist.
Caitlin wondered, if not for her and Michael, where Kyle would be right this second, how he would be; she knew that after his mother "died" when he was ten, that his life had gone to hell. It was clear in his eyes, in his hard face; but Caitlin noticed that his face seemed to be softening every time he looked at her, smiled at her.
Earlier, she had asked him how he had gotten over what had happened tweleve years ago and he said that he hadn't. But Caitlin hoped with her help, that he finally would.
That they all would.