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Flynn had been wandering since leaving the hospital, sticking to the streets he knew he belonged to. It was as if he'd never belonged to anyone else. Never belonged to Quinn again. It would have been better that way. Just to have had the memory of his Quinn back then...no...his Ardal back then, than to have him again, only to have him so cruelly ripped away. He could have believed that his Ardal was off with someone else. Happy and filfilled. Flynn had imagined that often over their years apart. He had imagined that his sacrifice had meant that Quinn could find someone else and start a family together. He wished he had that back. This was far too much.
The alleyway Flynn found himself in appeared endless. In fact, it rather resembled the Death Star trench... And Flynn was wandering down it, thinking about everything he'd lost when he remembered Quinn's speech in his philosophy class Flynn had attended.
"Aristophanes says that Zeus split the first humans in two because they dared to try to reach Heaven. But his entire point is based on the fact that we are now half-creatures who wander this Earth, searching for our other half, and from the pursuit of that wholeness is love bourne. In my opinion, his speech has much more depth than any of the other orators. Even Socrates. Even though it's presented in such absurdist manner, it's clearly symbolic...there is true feeling behind what Aristophanes says. We are all searching for the other half of ourselves. Without which we can never feel a true sense of completeness or satisfaction. There's always something missing, and we search out love above all else. There's something so poignant in the way he says Zeus split the people right down the middle, and that we cannot truly survive that way...were never meant to survive that way...Aristophanes is right. Being separate like that...it's horrible. I've been through it."
The ache Flynn felt came out of nowhere and yet it had been there since discovering Quinn wasn't at the airport. It was physical and it caused him to lean against the wall for support before doubling over in pain. Flynn let out another wordless scream, which echoed off the walls of the alley, reverberating his pain right back at him. He slammed his hands over his ears and he knelt there in the alleyway as sobs took over his body and he could do nothing else but cry until he was exhausted for the great love he'd lost. His other half. He didn't know how he would survive.
That night, Flynn slept in an alleyway that appeared endless.
The alleyway Flynn found himself in appeared endless. In fact, it rather resembled the Death Star trench... And Flynn was wandering down it, thinking about everything he'd lost when he remembered Quinn's speech in his philosophy class Flynn had attended.
"Aristophanes says that Zeus split the first humans in two because they dared to try to reach Heaven. But his entire point is based on the fact that we are now half-creatures who wander this Earth, searching for our other half, and from the pursuit of that wholeness is love bourne. In my opinion, his speech has much more depth than any of the other orators. Even Socrates. Even though it's presented in such absurdist manner, it's clearly symbolic...there is true feeling behind what Aristophanes says. We are all searching for the other half of ourselves. Without which we can never feel a true sense of completeness or satisfaction. There's always something missing, and we search out love above all else. There's something so poignant in the way he says Zeus split the people right down the middle, and that we cannot truly survive that way...were never meant to survive that way...Aristophanes is right. Being separate like that...it's horrible. I've been through it."
The ache Flynn felt came out of nowhere and yet it had been there since discovering Quinn wasn't at the airport. It was physical and it caused him to lean against the wall for support before doubling over in pain. Flynn let out another wordless scream, which echoed off the walls of the alley, reverberating his pain right back at him. He slammed his hands over his ears and he knelt there in the alleyway as sobs took over his body and he could do nothing else but cry until he was exhausted for the great love he'd lost. His other half. He didn't know how he would survive.
That night, Flynn slept in an alleyway that appeared endless.
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