04-17-2014, 08:07 AM
Jensen responded with his own information, which Connor took. There was nothing else for it but to go. Connor took Jensen's offered hand and shook it.
"I want you to know that I am in your debt. I came here to Moscow to find answers. And deep down
"- he stopped to breathe- "deep down, I sought forgiveness from my son.
" He remembered, even now, that desperate agony. "But you all- you helped me. You just...
" He paused, unsure what to say, but also feeling like it was time to get on with living. "You just helped me get out of a bad place. What I am trying to say is that I owe you. All of you. You, Aria, even Giovanni, as quiet as he's been. So you have my number. Hit me up if you ever need anything. I owe you.
"
After that, there wasn't really too much more to say. After a few more words, Connor walked out the door and it shut behind him. The finality of it all was powerful. It felt like he had left something behind in that room, a weight. He waited for the elevator, curiously elated with determination. I will make you proud, son. Living to honor his son had given him new purpose. As the elevator went down, he thought about the future. There were going to be times when he was depressed, when his guilt or failure came upon him. He knew that. But he also knew that he had the thread now, the rope to cling to in those dark moments. He knew that he had something that would help him through it.
The elevator doors opened up on the ground floor and Connor walked through the foyer and out into the sunlight. The air was crisp and cold but it was also sharp in his lungs and invigorating. He felt the distant warmth of the sun on his face. He thanked God for tonight, for the strange and terrible and beautiful things he had seen tonight. Thank you, father, for the gift of my son, the privilege I had of raising him. Thank you for entrusting him to me. And thank you for letting us say good bye. Please continue to remember him, Father.
Connor decided to walk the rest of the way home, to enjoy his time in the sun.
Continued in The Divine Truth
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:27 AM.
"I want you to know that I am in your debt. I came here to Moscow to find answers. And deep down
"- he stopped to breathe- "deep down, I sought forgiveness from my son.
" He remembered, even now, that desperate agony. "But you all- you helped me. You just...
" He paused, unsure what to say, but also feeling like it was time to get on with living. "You just helped me get out of a bad place. What I am trying to say is that I owe you. All of you. You, Aria, even Giovanni, as quiet as he's been. So you have my number. Hit me up if you ever need anything. I owe you.
"
After that, there wasn't really too much more to say. After a few more words, Connor walked out the door and it shut behind him. The finality of it all was powerful. It felt like he had left something behind in that room, a weight. He waited for the elevator, curiously elated with determination. I will make you proud, son. Living to honor his son had given him new purpose. As the elevator went down, he thought about the future. There were going to be times when he was depressed, when his guilt or failure came upon him. He knew that. But he also knew that he had the thread now, the rope to cling to in those dark moments. He knew that he had something that would help him through it.
The elevator doors opened up on the ground floor and Connor walked through the foyer and out into the sunlight. The air was crisp and cold but it was also sharp in his lungs and invigorating. He felt the distant warmth of the sun on his face. He thanked God for tonight, for the strange and terrible and beautiful things he had seen tonight. Thank you, father, for the gift of my son, the privilege I had of raising him. Thank you for entrusting him to me. And thank you for letting us say good bye. Please continue to remember him, Father.
Connor decided to walk the rest of the way home, to enjoy his time in the sun.
Continued in The Divine Truth
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:27 AM.