allamericanboy (allamericanboy) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-28 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ate, democratic party |
Who: Mark and Ate
What: Two modern day divorcees having a spat.
When: Tuesday, December 29th, noon
Where: Green Mount Cemetery
Warnings: Probably some cursing.
Mark leaned against the tombstone. It wasn't anything like he thought it would have been, or thought it should have been. Where was that connection he was looking to feel? Where was the overwhelming sense of history? He'd placed his palm against the lettering of the man's name and raised it up to the face atop the obelisk, waiting to feel something. If he wasn't feeling anything then what could expect Ate to feel? He'd wanted to meet her here because history mattered, even if she didn't seem to think so. He wanted her to see how they, together, had literally taken a shit on not only the entire country, but on someone's life. A mortal life. There wasn't much hope, but perhaps if she came to terms with the gravitas of the situation she would understand why he didn't care to revisit it.
He couldn't be around influences from the past. His time with Johnny over Christmas had told him that. Spending time with his son wasn't something he was going to put on the back burner again, but Ate... she made him do stupid things. Mark remembered that well enough. He was going to meet her this last time, make her understand, and then break off their communications completely. No more messages, sly words back and forth, or requests to torture other politicians. They were done. Otherwise Mark knew she would lead him into doing something he might regret, or that might get him killed by his own mother.
The stone wasn't exactly comfortable against his back and he looked down at his watch. 11:55. He was early.