Re: Quicklog: Muerte & Eddie
[Eddie was doing a little better. He was taking his meds again which mellowed out the various neurotic tendencies he had. He kept himself busy with working in Gotham and visiting other doors to make easy money or research his new powers. He didn't drink, he didn't sleep around and he was finding it easier and easier to not think about Stephanie and the way she broke his heart.] You already know what happened. [Eddie said without prompt because talking was the true reason why they were there.] And I think on paper, my point of view doesn't make any sense. Rationally, Stephanie is obviously in the right. So, if you've come to that conclusion and you just can't wait to tell me, please refrain. I know.
[He took a sip of water and sighed.] I believe in things bigger than me. I'm a spiritual man. I really, truly thought she was my soul mate. That there was something- I don't know. Something almost magic about us because there wasn't anything like our love before- that I had seen. Obviously, it wasn't the first. I am not claiming that. Only the first I've ever experienced that was so- so beyond who I am. [Eddie reached for the Shirley Temple and fished around for the cherry with his straw.] But, she's very rational. Very logical about all of this. She wants to take it a certain pace, make sure all her ducks are in a row and then maybe we can be together. If she loves me, she can't say so unless everything makes sense. On paper, I agree with her. On paper, she's right. On paper, I agree. I simply can not hear no from her anymore. No Eddie, I can't marry you. No Eddie, I won't spend the holidays with you. She wants no? Well, then it ought to be for good.