Post by khardaway on Oct 13, 2009 1:10:06 GMT -5
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
(Led Zeppelin; 1979)
The wedding day. Most people wait for this day ever since they were born. Others don't really care for it as much as those people. Then you have the douches who are mostly just there to fuck the bridesmaid. Yeah, it's how they go mostly. No in-between there at all.
Wise man once said, "Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: In the sense that almost certainly in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one, both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to." It's quite amazing that the very man who said this quote was in the middle of writing a trilogy of books about "hobbits", and mythical creatures, and "One ring to rule them all". Put that one under your skin.
Mere hours away and we end up seeing the gorgeous looking bride in the middle with all of her bridesmaids, checking out if her wedding dress is the right fit, we hear from the soon-to-be bride.
"Do I look fat in this?"
"No, Angiedear...he's not going to care about that at all. You know that."
Those words above actually coming from her mother, who's also in the room. Yes, people have conversations like these. It is a wedding after all. Chaos, pandemonium, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria, you get the drift. But we also see the other side of the marriage. From another room across the hall, it's mostly the same, replacing women with men of course. The husband-to-be is looking at a room large mirror, fixing his tie and his hair as who appears to be one of his friends, comes up next to him.
"You better be ready for this."
"You know I am, when have I not been ready?"
"Well, there was that one time where you winged your History final a couple years ago."
"So...?"
"Kevin, the first president of the United States is George Washington...not "The dude on the $1 bill. And what about that time..."
"Ok, I get it. You think I’m ready for the day I get married?"
"I just hope Angie is, because if not, I know the number of a good divorce attorney."
Kevin punches his friend in the arm and tells him to back off as he laughs, still fixing his tie. He takes a gulp of air, and counts down from five.
Five....
Four....
Three....
Two....
One....
"Ok, let's do this."
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30 Minutes Later
"Kevin Andrew Hardaway? Do you take Angelina Marie Cooper to be your loving wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"
"I do."
"And Angelina Marie Cooper? Do you take Kevin Andrew Hardaway to your beloved husband? To have and to hold you, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always?"
"I do."
"And by the power bested in me, and by the state of Maryland, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, Mr. Hardaway."
"My pleasure."
A kiss that only a woman like hers can feel, can touch. The most loving, passionate, tender kiss he has every put across her lips. One which meant that he was more than glad to take her hand in marriage, to love her like no other person would. Everybody in that room; friends, family, the pianist, the minister, even the guy serving the food. Everybody saw something special that day. This was no ordinary marriage. These two were truly in love. It's not like what you see every day in the papers or watching TV and seeing the latest "it" couple walk the red carpet on some awards show. This was real. This was going to last. Like the minister said to the new married couple....
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5 Years Later
"...till death do us part, baby. I love you."
Rain is pouring down like the heavens on earth decided to open for just this one day. Soaking the two like no other before. Although it's not just rain and water soaking the two. Something else is as well. Cars are apparently honking, and lights shining beyond belief near him. We can't quite tell what's going on. He doesn't care though, because they'll have to pry him with their cold dead hands to get him away.
"I'm not going to leave you, not today, not ever, do you hear me? They can't let us go."
And then BOOM. Like a bad shock in a low grade horror movie, a pair of hands wrap around him and start pulling him back. It looks weird because from what we saw, he was standing face to face next to his love. The unknown person keeps pulling him back, restraining him from his love as he starts kicking and screaming yet we don't know what's going on. He reaches his hand out and calls out her name one last time. The faint sounds of "Angie!" is all we can hear as it blacks out.
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"5 Years Later -- 30 Minutes After Midnight"
A cold and empty room, one desk, two chairs. In one of them, sits him. He's completely soaked from the neck down, not caring to dry off one bit, letting the drips of the cold rain tap the grimy yellow tiles in what could be a very disturbing fashion. He has that out of touch look on his face, as he just sits there...alone, and cold, nobody in there with him. You would have that look as well if you just had one of the most frightening moments happen to you as well. All of a sudden, the door opens and in walks somebody. No idea who he is. All we know is that he's a doctor and all he has is a folder with him and a towel as he sits down in the other chair and offers the towel to Kevin. He blatantly refuses it immediately, still looking into space. The unknown man speaks to Kevin.
"I'm...I’m sorry that I’ve had to bring you here under these grave situations, Mr. Hardaway. But, it was necessa--"
He immediately cuts off the unknown doctor and comes back down to reality with a calm response.
"Is Angie okay?"
The unknown doctor doesn't answer that question. Instead he asks him another question.
"Mr. Hardaway, I brought you here for a reason. Can you please just listen to what I have to say and I’ll get you out of here as soon as possible."
"I don't care, all I care right now is if my wife is okay. That's all I want to know. That's all you have to say to me. All you have to say to me is "Kevin...Angie is going to make a full recovery." That's...it. I don't need to be locked in this room like I’m some part of some guinea pig CIA experiment."
"It's for the best, Mr. Hardaway. That's all I can tell you right now."
Kevin sighs and wipes some of the rain off of his head as the doctor once again offers him the towel. Kevin takes it this time and wipes the soaking water from his hair a little bit as the doctor puts the folder on the desk and slides it gently towards Kevin, like he's offering him a deal in some sick mafia game or something.
"What can you tell me about Ms. Coop--"
He immediately cuts off the unknown doctor again, this time he's angry and bewildered, angry that he would already screw up that important as her name.
"It's Mrs. Hardaway. Mrs. Angelina Marie Hardaway. Get it right, please?"
The voice from him, you can tell how he's feeling at this very moment. The anguish, the heartache, that very moment before somebody reached in and pulled him away from his love for what appears to be the rest of his life. Whether or not that "somebody" is the person talking to Kevin now, we have no idea.
"Sorry. What can you tell me about...Mrs. Hardaway."
"What the hell do I need to tell you about her for? Did she do something that I wasn't aware of? Was she involved in some super-duper secret organization that was planning to stop a nuclear bomb? Was she working for terrorists? Hell, maybe she was working with Jack Freakin' Bauer? I don't know. I seriously don't know. Maybe she would've told me if you worthless piece of shit didn't pull me away from her. I don't know, ok? All I want to know is if my wife is okay. Is she okay?"
The unknown doctor, just sits there in silence. What can anybody think when in the dire need of certain doom, somebody takes you away from it all? Everything that you have stood for, everything that you have done for, the life, love, heart, and soul poured into every millisecond of your lives gets absolutely taken away from you in a heartbeat. He doesn't answer his question though once again. He just sits there. He wants information out of Kevin no matter what it takes it seems like. It's odd, believe me. But he sits there, silent...until he rises up from his seat and yells with an unspeakable rage out of his system.
"IS SHE OKAY?"
"Ok, ok, ok. I'll let you know. All I needed from you was some personal information about Angie, that's all. Her records haven't been updated in quite awhile. That's why I called her "Ms. Cooper" earlier. I'm sorry if I seemed like some paranoid field agent."
Kevin sits back down, calming down and wiping off not only the rain, but the beading sweat coming off from his forehead.
"I would've answered your questions and would have done everything you told me to do if you told me the condition of my wife first. I need to know, is she okay? Simple as that. Why does it have to be this fuckin' hard to get a god damn answer?"
"I'm sorry."
The doctor sits there silent, looking at his papers now and looking at Angie's papers. Kevin can see her picture from where he's sitting and wipes something from his eye. She looks as beautiful as the day he met her, the day he married her, and sadly, when he got taken away from that very doctor. It takes the doctor awhile before he can answer Kevin's question about his wife though. Not sure why.
"Kevin. We have no idea what is going on with Angie. It's the weirdest thing we may have ever seen in the history of this hospital. Like her body shut down or something. That's what caused the car accident, we know. But other than that, you need to give us time so our doctors can work out what is going on."
Images start going in Kevin's head, what happened 45 minutes ago. The rain pouring down on the both of them as he hear Kevin's words again.
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"5 Years Later -- Midnight"
"I'm not going to leave you, not today, not ever, do you hear me? They can't let us go."
We finally see that Kevin is holding a lifeless (or so it seems) Angie, bloody and battered with cuts and bruises over her body, glass covering the both of them as he tries impatiently to wake her up, but she won't move an inch it looks like. He cradles her like a newborn child, as people around them honk their horns, trying to get the accident out of the way, like the normal Baltimore assholes they are. But Kevin won't move an inch either.
"Dammit, Angie...wake up. Please wake up."
It's when somebody pulls him away. The doctor in question that was just talking to him. He pulls Angie out of Kevin's arms and drags him off, as the EMT's try and fix the impending mess that has happened, like nothing has happened. The doctor keeps pulling him away, Kevin yelling out for his love.
It goes back to the present time, Kevin wiping more tears from his face with the towel.
Death is the one thing that connects us all. It reminds us that what's really important is who we've touched, how much we've given. It makes us realize that we have to be good to one another.
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"5 Years Later -- Two Weeks After Midnight"
Once again, rain is pouring outside like a monsoon. When it rains, it seems to pour. It shouldn't matter really. Not to him, at the very least. But it's still a weird sight to see, as a few people walk by to see him, laying down on the ground, using his hand to feel something. A sign to the suspecting people that he is alive and well. Alive and well? That's something they would like to see, huh?
Because it's not happening. He keeps on feeling the unknown object, as he looks on at it. We can clearly see he has headphones on inside his hood, to avoid getting them damaged. But, in a weird fashion, it's like we can hear the music coming out of those headphones...clearly.
Tell me, who's that writin', John the Revelator
Now God walked down in the cool of the day, and called Adam by his name
But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed
So, tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals
He closes his eyes, and rests near the object. Feeling the need to be with her no matter what it takes. They can't stop him.
But he gets up anyway, the song clearly still being heard as he walks away from whatever he was laying next to, a couple people relieved to see him walking. It must've been awhile since. He continues walking, putting his headphones in a safe place and throwing his hood down, letting the cold damp pouring water shower him. Like a showering of the sins or his problems. Although he turned the music off, we can still hear it in our heads, as we see him walk. Images start going off. Of Angie, of them together, all of the pictures, all of the memories, all of the good times. Still walking. And just when you think the song is over, it fades out and he turns to look behind him.
"Yeah..."
The song kicks in again, this time with a female singing the lyrics this time out as we look back to where Kevin was laying and resting at all this time...the local cemetery. We see no suspecting gravestone, but a bunch of them.
The song finally ends and the scene finally ends.
Wise man once said, "Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: In the sense that almost certainly in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one, both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to." It's quite amazing that the very man who said this quote was in the middle of writing a trilogy of books about "hobbits", and mythical creatures, and "One ring to rule them all". Put that one under your skin.
Mere hours away and we end up seeing the gorgeous looking bride in the middle with all of her bridesmaids, checking out if her wedding dress is the right fit, we hear from the soon-to-be bride.
"Do I look fat in this?"
"No, Angiedear...he's not going to care about that at all. You know that."
Those words above actually coming from her mother, who's also in the room. Yes, people have conversations like these. It is a wedding after all. Chaos, pandemonium, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria, you get the drift. But we also see the other side of the marriage. From another room across the hall, it's mostly the same, replacing women with men of course. The husband-to-be is looking at a room large mirror, fixing his tie and his hair as who appears to be one of his friends, comes up next to him.
"You better be ready for this."
"You know I am, when have I not been ready?"
"Well, there was that one time where you winged your History final a couple years ago."
"So...?"
"Kevin, the first president of the United States is George Washington...not "The dude on the $1 bill. And what about that time..."
"Ok, I get it. You think I’m ready for the day I get married?"
"I just hope Angie is, because if not, I know the number of a good divorce attorney."
Kevin punches his friend in the arm and tells him to back off as he laughs, still fixing his tie. He takes a gulp of air, and counts down from five.
Five....
Four....
Three....
Two....
One....
"Ok, let's do this."
=====================================================================
30 Minutes Later
"Kevin Andrew Hardaway? Do you take Angelina Marie Cooper to be your loving wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"
"I do."
"And Angelina Marie Cooper? Do you take Kevin Andrew Hardaway to your beloved husband? To have and to hold you, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always?"
"I do."
"And by the power bested in me, and by the state of Maryland, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, Mr. Hardaway."
"My pleasure."
A kiss that only a woman like hers can feel, can touch. The most loving, passionate, tender kiss he has every put across her lips. One which meant that he was more than glad to take her hand in marriage, to love her like no other person would. Everybody in that room; friends, family, the pianist, the minister, even the guy serving the food. Everybody saw something special that day. This was no ordinary marriage. These two were truly in love. It's not like what you see every day in the papers or watching TV and seeing the latest "it" couple walk the red carpet on some awards show. This was real. This was going to last. Like the minister said to the new married couple....
=====================================================================
5 Years Later
"...till death do us part, baby. I love you."
Rain is pouring down like the heavens on earth decided to open for just this one day. Soaking the two like no other before. Although it's not just rain and water soaking the two. Something else is as well. Cars are apparently honking, and lights shining beyond belief near him. We can't quite tell what's going on. He doesn't care though, because they'll have to pry him with their cold dead hands to get him away.
"I'm not going to leave you, not today, not ever, do you hear me? They can't let us go."
And then BOOM. Like a bad shock in a low grade horror movie, a pair of hands wrap around him and start pulling him back. It looks weird because from what we saw, he was standing face to face next to his love. The unknown person keeps pulling him back, restraining him from his love as he starts kicking and screaming yet we don't know what's going on. He reaches his hand out and calls out her name one last time. The faint sounds of "Angie!" is all we can hear as it blacks out.
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"5 Years Later -- 30 Minutes After Midnight"
A cold and empty room, one desk, two chairs. In one of them, sits him. He's completely soaked from the neck down, not caring to dry off one bit, letting the drips of the cold rain tap the grimy yellow tiles in what could be a very disturbing fashion. He has that out of touch look on his face, as he just sits there...alone, and cold, nobody in there with him. You would have that look as well if you just had one of the most frightening moments happen to you as well. All of a sudden, the door opens and in walks somebody. No idea who he is. All we know is that he's a doctor and all he has is a folder with him and a towel as he sits down in the other chair and offers the towel to Kevin. He blatantly refuses it immediately, still looking into space. The unknown man speaks to Kevin.
"I'm...I’m sorry that I’ve had to bring you here under these grave situations, Mr. Hardaway. But, it was necessa--"
He immediately cuts off the unknown doctor and comes back down to reality with a calm response.
"Is Angie okay?"
The unknown doctor doesn't answer that question. Instead he asks him another question.
"Mr. Hardaway, I brought you here for a reason. Can you please just listen to what I have to say and I’ll get you out of here as soon as possible."
"I don't care, all I care right now is if my wife is okay. That's all I want to know. That's all you have to say to me. All you have to say to me is "Kevin...Angie is going to make a full recovery." That's...it. I don't need to be locked in this room like I’m some part of some guinea pig CIA experiment."
"It's for the best, Mr. Hardaway. That's all I can tell you right now."
Kevin sighs and wipes some of the rain off of his head as the doctor once again offers him the towel. Kevin takes it this time and wipes the soaking water from his hair a little bit as the doctor puts the folder on the desk and slides it gently towards Kevin, like he's offering him a deal in some sick mafia game or something.
"What can you tell me about Ms. Coop--"
He immediately cuts off the unknown doctor again, this time he's angry and bewildered, angry that he would already screw up that important as her name.
"It's Mrs. Hardaway. Mrs. Angelina Marie Hardaway. Get it right, please?"
The voice from him, you can tell how he's feeling at this very moment. The anguish, the heartache, that very moment before somebody reached in and pulled him away from his love for what appears to be the rest of his life. Whether or not that "somebody" is the person talking to Kevin now, we have no idea.
"Sorry. What can you tell me about...Mrs. Hardaway."
"What the hell do I need to tell you about her for? Did she do something that I wasn't aware of? Was she involved in some super-duper secret organization that was planning to stop a nuclear bomb? Was she working for terrorists? Hell, maybe she was working with Jack Freakin' Bauer? I don't know. I seriously don't know. Maybe she would've told me if you worthless piece of shit didn't pull me away from her. I don't know, ok? All I want to know is if my wife is okay. Is she okay?"
The unknown doctor, just sits there in silence. What can anybody think when in the dire need of certain doom, somebody takes you away from it all? Everything that you have stood for, everything that you have done for, the life, love, heart, and soul poured into every millisecond of your lives gets absolutely taken away from you in a heartbeat. He doesn't answer his question though once again. He just sits there. He wants information out of Kevin no matter what it takes it seems like. It's odd, believe me. But he sits there, silent...until he rises up from his seat and yells with an unspeakable rage out of his system.
"IS SHE OKAY?"
"Ok, ok, ok. I'll let you know. All I needed from you was some personal information about Angie, that's all. Her records haven't been updated in quite awhile. That's why I called her "Ms. Cooper" earlier. I'm sorry if I seemed like some paranoid field agent."
Kevin sits back down, calming down and wiping off not only the rain, but the beading sweat coming off from his forehead.
"I would've answered your questions and would have done everything you told me to do if you told me the condition of my wife first. I need to know, is she okay? Simple as that. Why does it have to be this fuckin' hard to get a god damn answer?"
"I'm sorry."
The doctor sits there silent, looking at his papers now and looking at Angie's papers. Kevin can see her picture from where he's sitting and wipes something from his eye. She looks as beautiful as the day he met her, the day he married her, and sadly, when he got taken away from that very doctor. It takes the doctor awhile before he can answer Kevin's question about his wife though. Not sure why.
"Kevin. We have no idea what is going on with Angie. It's the weirdest thing we may have ever seen in the history of this hospital. Like her body shut down or something. That's what caused the car accident, we know. But other than that, you need to give us time so our doctors can work out what is going on."
Images start going in Kevin's head, what happened 45 minutes ago. The rain pouring down on the both of them as he hear Kevin's words again.
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"5 Years Later -- Midnight"
"I'm not going to leave you, not today, not ever, do you hear me? They can't let us go."
We finally see that Kevin is holding a lifeless (or so it seems) Angie, bloody and battered with cuts and bruises over her body, glass covering the both of them as he tries impatiently to wake her up, but she won't move an inch it looks like. He cradles her like a newborn child, as people around them honk their horns, trying to get the accident out of the way, like the normal Baltimore assholes they are. But Kevin won't move an inch either.
"Dammit, Angie...wake up. Please wake up."
It's when somebody pulls him away. The doctor in question that was just talking to him. He pulls Angie out of Kevin's arms and drags him off, as the EMT's try and fix the impending mess that has happened, like nothing has happened. The doctor keeps pulling him away, Kevin yelling out for his love.
It goes back to the present time, Kevin wiping more tears from his face with the towel.
Death is the one thing that connects us all. It reminds us that what's really important is who we've touched, how much we've given. It makes us realize that we have to be good to one another.
===================================================================================
"5 Years Later -- Two Weeks After Midnight"
Once again, rain is pouring outside like a monsoon. When it rains, it seems to pour. It shouldn't matter really. Not to him, at the very least. But it's still a weird sight to see, as a few people walk by to see him, laying down on the ground, using his hand to feel something. A sign to the suspecting people that he is alive and well. Alive and well? That's something they would like to see, huh?
Because it's not happening. He keeps on feeling the unknown object, as he looks on at it. We can clearly see he has headphones on inside his hood, to avoid getting them damaged. But, in a weird fashion, it's like we can hear the music coming out of those headphones...clearly.
Tell me, who's that writin', John the Revelator
Now God walked down in the cool of the day, and called Adam by his name
But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed
So, tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals
He closes his eyes, and rests near the object. Feeling the need to be with her no matter what it takes. They can't stop him.
But he gets up anyway, the song clearly still being heard as he walks away from whatever he was laying next to, a couple people relieved to see him walking. It must've been awhile since. He continues walking, putting his headphones in a safe place and throwing his hood down, letting the cold damp pouring water shower him. Like a showering of the sins or his problems. Although he turned the music off, we can still hear it in our heads, as we see him walk. Images start going off. Of Angie, of them together, all of the pictures, all of the memories, all of the good times. Still walking. And just when you think the song is over, it fades out and he turns to look behind him.
"Yeah..."
The song kicks in again, this time with a female singing the lyrics this time out as we look back to where Kevin was laying and resting at all this time...the local cemetery. We see no suspecting gravestone, but a bunch of them.
The song finally ends and the scene finally ends.
