[For this prompt. Takes place back when Liz was away.]
It'd been exactly two months since Liz had left for Tibet, left to find a way to fill the hole that'd been ripped in her by the horrible thing from his world. Henry hadn't gone anywhere in all that time, not unless he had to. He was so afraid that if he'd left, she'd come back while he was gone.
But tonight....tonight he left. He had to go somewhere, some place else
where he didn't have to pretend that he was doing all right. He didn't want people to worry, but he couldn't act anymore. She had been gone for so long out of the time he'd known her. Months being forced to stay in that world, his
prison. And she was still gone, and that was still the reason, even if she was in less mortal danger from Walter Sullivan now. Henry hoped to whatever good forces were out there that he hadn't taken her heart, too.
That's why he had to let her go. He could hardly bear it, but he couldn't watch her wander through everything, barely alive and hurting so much.
Like every day, Henry wondered if there wasn't something else he couldn't have done. Unlike every day, he wondered and regretted while walking down the streets of Prague.
It wasn't the same here without her- he knew it wouldn't be, but he still had to come here. The city looked different at night- his mind would only come up with 'shinier' as an explanation. As usual, it was better if he let his camera do the talking.
He slipped through the large wooden door of the church and stared at the interior in the candlelight. They didn't want pictures in here, and he didn't blame them. There was a candle standing in the corner, by itself. He took one of the sticks from a cup nearby and lit the end. As he ignited the tea candles, he wondered if she could feel them. My hope...it's always for you,
he whispered as the last one caught.
He stared at the twinkling lights until he was so heavy with loneliness that he had to move, before he could never do so again. As he walked down the quiet streets of night, he saw all the couples walking hand-in-hand and arms over one another. But he thought maybe the city was lonely, too.( ***Collapse )