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“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.” – Sarah (The Crow)
Even after seven months, there was still an ache deep in his heart. It had lessened with the passage of time, but it was still there. Still occasionally hitting him late at night, when there was no one and nothing else around to distract him. Marty’s gone.
Doc doubted it would ever fully go away. So many little things reminded him of the teen. Huey Lewis coming on the radio. A kid playing guitar on a street corner. Somebody saying the name as he passed by. And now, with this mysterious, impossible scrapbook here. . . . Much as he liked having something solid to remind him of the kid, rather than just memories, he couldn’t deny the gift had made the ache that much worse all during Christmas.
But in the end, Doc wasn’t sure he wanted the ache to go away. Because if it ever did go away – it would mean he’d forgotten Marty. Forgotten the kid who had become his best friend.
Forgotten the person who’d saved him.
So he let his heart ache a little. Because he wasn’t going to let those memories die. Because he wasn’t going to stop caring about – wasn’t going to stop loving – Marty, even with an entire reality between them.
Even after seven months, there was still an ache deep in his heart. It had lessened with the passage of time, but it was still there. Still occasionally hitting him late at night, when there was no one and nothing else around to distract him. Marty’s gone.
Doc doubted it would ever fully go away. So many little things reminded him of the teen. Huey Lewis coming on the radio. A kid playing guitar on a street corner. Somebody saying the name as he passed by. And now, with this mysterious, impossible scrapbook here. . . . Much as he liked having something solid to remind him of the kid, rather than just memories, he couldn’t deny the gift had made the ache that much worse all during Christmas.
But in the end, Doc wasn’t sure he wanted the ache to go away. Because if it ever did go away – it would mean he’d forgotten Marty. Forgotten the kid who had become his best friend.
Forgotten the person who’d saved him.
So he let his heart ache a little. Because he wasn’t going to let those memories die. Because he wasn’t going to stop caring about – wasn’t going to stop loving – Marty, even with an entire reality between them.
