Scene in Em's quarters. She is wearing a robe, standing before the fount of roses, her hair is pulled up. Trev has just arrived. He is standing just inside the door. After an awkward silence, Em speaks:
Em: If you got something to say, say it.
Trev: (looks down)
Em: Look at me.
Trev: (looks up)
Em: (urgent stare)
Trev: (remains painfully wordless)
Em: Is that it?
Trev: (eyes tear)
Em: Leave. Just leave.
Trev leaves and we see a split screen. To the left is the image of Em, standing still, staring at the door, her face warmly illuminated from the fount. On the right is Trev walking down the corridor, head bowed. We watch the two of them to the soundtrack of Lies (Glen Hansard). Trev starts to walk faster as the soundtrack changes to Hansard's When Your Mind's Made Up. As the song moves uptempo, Trev begins to run. Scene fades to black, Em still looking at the door, Trev running, faster and faster, reaching his door as the song reaches its climax.
17 comments:
Hey - I do have something to say - about you - Please stop by and visit me. That's some gorgeous art you created today, my friend!
Tree--I heard the song Come On Get Higher (Mat Nathanson) the other day and it reminded me so much of the story. It would fit right in to me, have you heard it?
Love, Love LOVE the graphic!
--snow
Victoria, I'm on my way. As always, thank you for the very kind words. :-)
Snow, I'm not familiar with Mat or that song, but I'm on my way to finding it. Who knows, it could become a part of the story soon. Glad you liked the image. I thought it was gorgeous too. :-D
Tr'ee...this chapter is the type that makes you hold your breath and makes your heart pound. WOW...the "want" in the air was intoxicating if brief, the ending beyond moving. Glen Hansard and Marketa I., are one of my favorite singing duo's. I also love "If You Want Me" and "Falling Slowly".
Just a beautiful chapter all the way around, the art...magnificant!
Hugs,
Kimmie
Kimmie, this was one of those chapters in which the tension is in the visual, in what is not said, and, of course, for those following this relationship, the chapter is heavy with all that has happened that led to this scene. Again, we see Trev, inarticulate and we see him running. He should be in good shape by now. :-D
Thanks for the kind words and thanks for seeing this chapter for what it is. I was afraid with so few words that the chapter wouldn't communicate what I was feeling and seeing. It helps if you can listen to the two songs too. :-)
Once you find it, be sure to tell me what you think. It's a little like All I Need--which became one of my favorite songs of all time after I heard it on here. :)
--snow
Snow, I loved the song. Really like the girl in the video. She has gorgeous lips. And I loved the visual of the washing of faces, an image I often think about as it relates to The Story. I downloaded the song but I might need to buy the video too, if for no other reason than to see those lips (on the girl, not Matt). :-D
Inconceivable as it may seem, I forget between chapters, not forget but it lessens, forget just how the words, how the characters hold the heart and in that moment, of reading, as one remembers, as one recognizes anew the hold, the sway that the words, living, breathing, have, it does not seem possible that one could drift down and yet how could it be any other way, to stay always as close as in those moments would be..there are any number of words to use, but none just right, perhaps too much. For here we have so short a scene and yet it is large and it is wide and it is complete and it is ongoing and time stops, or rather it rolls, in those moments, with the sounds of the songs echoing in the background, the pain between them, the way back so overgrown at this moment it seems lost forever, the tears that well in his eyes and I imagine (whatever instrument that is, flute, something) the delicate, haunting notes, solo, standing still between the rest of the song, is the point at which he reaches for the door. The tears and the lack of words conveying, so I imagine at least, his heart as soundlessly, as wordlessly, just an ache, bottomless and absorbing, embodying. The sum of all his pain, past, present, and a hopelessness to be anything other than what and whom he is, words he cannot make come regardless of how much he might want them to. I don't know how to tell you how immense is the power within your writing, other than to say that reading the heart aches for Trev, for Em, for them both, as though they were the very dearest, very closest someones to the heart. One moves through life and there are friends and there are strangers and once in a while something, words, actions, will touch in the most profound of ways, a moment of sheer beauty that one cannot hope to room, and here that very same thing is happening all the time, uninterrupted only when the rest of the world calls loudly. The treasure of your writing is immeasurable. Indescribable, by I at least.
You know, Ms Storm, sometimes I think I write just to read your comments. I'm addicted. :-D
I think I've been through that scene in my Real Life.
So what's going to happen?
Why must Trev be so inarticulate? (drives me nuts... he could at least pen down his thoughts despite his reluctance to voice them, eh???)
And stop running! Stop and face Em and JUST SAY IT!
(this is so .....frustrating.... i could use a few choice words on Trev....)
Hiya Ms Storm, glad to know you're doing fine :D
Saffy, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were channeling Em about now. You have articulated pretty much what I imagine is going on in her head right now. To be fair to Trev, I'm not so certain he could explain his inability to say what needed to be said either. As always, in time, The Story will shed light. Stay tuned. ;-)
Meleah, I'll take that as a compliment. :-D
Thank you Poppet. :-) Big love and bear hugs, x
Sweetest, you are very, very welcome. :-)
The scene description was really good! I could picture it. Glad Em was standing when she confronted him. The sick Em from previous posts was NOT who I wanted when they reunited... it is almost like she is stronger for what she has endured.
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