I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Darkness and Light
There was life before Emma.
And there was life after her.
There was darkness.
And there was light.
But like a dying man digging his way out of his own grave, the light didn't burst forth all at once.
But in little spurts of hope and levity.
A glimpse of the sun.
A breath of fresh air.
Then the tunnel walls would cave in around him again.
And he would keep tunneling up, up, up.
Sometimes sideways, or even on a few terrifying occasions, get discombobulated, twisted up, turned around and tunnel back down
Before righting himself.
That was the way it was for him.
And he had lived lost in darkness so long that sometimes, especially at first, he didn't recognize the light when he saw it.
Didn't notice it for what it was.
Because he was too busy lost in the darkness.
And sometimes he didn't think the air and light were for him really because he had learned to manage in the suffocating, cloying darkness.
But the more he tunneled and closer he got to the light and air and hope and life, the more he wanted it.
Sought it.
Craved it.
That was the way it was for Dylan Massett.
On his journey to Emma Decody.
Just a nice little blurb I hope you enjoyed!
Thanks to the silent readers out there. You're super sweet!