Well, How Long Do You Want Me To Talk?
Well, kind sir, how long would you like to sit there and listen?
For I have lost many of my children, and lovers, and crushes and friends over the course of my reading career. If I even tried to remember every character that I have lost, my mind would implode upon itself. Just understand that I have felt, and still do, feel the loss of every one of them, and they will never be forgotten.
Stardust Crusader
Space king Kittan
Who the hell do you think you are?
How you danced with the stars
Your spiral truly knows no end
The light shall forever shine
The savior of the human race
RAW RAW!
Fight the power
Your spirit lives on
Within the dreams of all
That lie with hope
For a brighter day
You did the impossible
Saw the invisible
Fought the power
Touched the untouchable
Broke the unbreakable
Fought the power
And now there's nothing left
You truly paved humanity's road
Until our manly souls meet again
STAR PLATINUM
Spoiler Alert for Divergent!
This begins below, so as to save anyone who doesn't want spoilers for the Divergent books/movies. . .
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Tris. . . I cried like a little girl when I read how she died, and even more as Four faced his fear of heights in the memory of her, zip-lining like she did in book one. I think this death affected me more than any other fictional character. I think. . . I think I was falling in love with her. Is that wrong? To share in the experiences of a person (fictional or otherwise) is to create an emotional bond between the two, a tie that connects one's pain and suffering to the other's. I shared in her heartbreak and her rage. I shared in her love with Four, and her uncertainty as her friends kept betraying her or dying. . .
I fall in love with every woman that I meet, and this one was no different. Her death affected me. And there, at the end, I was flying through the broken city of Chicago along with Four, in memory of Tris.
