Stages of Grief-Denial (Deirdre)
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Liam Gallagher was dead. Deirdre could remember a time when such news would have been met with a cold shrug of her shoulders or an unresponsive gaze. Perhaps even a slight feeling of relief. But now she felt the loss like a gaping hole in her heart. It hurt that he would take his own life, even though she understood that he had done so to save her friends. She resented that Thomas had been in that situation, though it was hardly his fault.
And she wished, more than anything, that she hadn't jumped to the conclusion that he hadn't been able to resist the lure of the 'dark side' as it were. She hadn't even bothered to look for him, having assumed he had run off to pursue the darker, vampiric aspects of his nature. If she had looked, she might have found him before he deemed it necessary to kill himself to save Thomas. But she hadn't. She had sat at home and pouted, believing he had abandoned her, and now he was gone. According to Thomas, his last words had been to her. That he was sorry and that he was a good man. But to Deirdre, what good were words? There was nothing there for her now, when previously there had been a strengthening relationship with her father. Something she had wanted for as long as she could remember.
Instead of staying at Victoria Lane, Deirdre fled to Liam's house, and she set herself up there. She slowly travelled from room to room, which didn't take long considering the flat was tiny. She touched his things lightly. Things he would never use again, and she moved into his bedroom. Deirdre crawled into his bed and she covered herself up with the sheets, burying her face in the pillow. It still smelled like Old Spice, which was his favourite cologne, and all at once she was crying. To lose something that had only recently become so precious...it was a terrible pain and Deirdre was at a loss as to how to deal with it. It couldnt be happening, though she knew deep down, that it was.
She also knew she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to stay here in her father's flat, amoung his things, and figure out what to do later.
Liam Gallagher was dead. Deirdre could remember a time when such news would have been met with a cold shrug of her shoulders or an unresponsive gaze. Perhaps even a slight feeling of relief. But now she felt the loss like a gaping hole in her heart. It hurt that he would take his own life, even though she understood that he had done so to save her friends. She resented that Thomas had been in that situation, though it was hardly his fault.
And she wished, more than anything, that she hadn't jumped to the conclusion that he hadn't been able to resist the lure of the 'dark side' as it were. She hadn't even bothered to look for him, having assumed he had run off to pursue the darker, vampiric aspects of his nature. If she had looked, she might have found him before he deemed it necessary to kill himself to save Thomas. But she hadn't. She had sat at home and pouted, believing he had abandoned her, and now he was gone. According to Thomas, his last words had been to her. That he was sorry and that he was a good man. But to Deirdre, what good were words? There was nothing there for her now, when previously there had been a strengthening relationship with her father. Something she had wanted for as long as she could remember.
Instead of staying at Victoria Lane, Deirdre fled to Liam's house, and she set herself up there. She slowly travelled from room to room, which didn't take long considering the flat was tiny. She touched his things lightly. Things he would never use again, and she moved into his bedroom. Deirdre crawled into his bed and she covered herself up with the sheets, burying her face in the pillow. It still smelled like Old Spice, which was his favourite cologne, and all at once she was crying. To lose something that had only recently become so precious...it was a terrible pain and Deirdre was at a loss as to how to deal with it. It couldnt be happening, though she knew deep down, that it was.
She also knew she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to stay here in her father's flat, amoung his things, and figure out what to do later.
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