Laurel Lance (i_crylikeabird) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-02-29 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | dinah lance, eric northman, jack heart, jesse custer, joanna harvelle, logan echolls, lois lane, stand still |
Are you there God? It's me.... Everybody! (Jesse)
Dinah was doing the avoiding thing for the most part. Zee had tried to call and she'd sent a text telling her friend that she just needed some time and would call when she was ready. She didn't want to talk to her friends right now, but she did want to keep busy. Which meant that she'd been spending a lot of time working on getting the shop fixed up. She was currently sweeping up the glass and soon she would be installing the new windows that had just been delivered. Unlike the last time the shop had gotten trashed when the materials to fix it up had just magically appeared, Dinah had had to wait for everything to be delivered.
But it was here now, and working with her hands was exactly what she needed.
Working with her hands and... answers, really. She needed answers. She wanted to know what had happened to Jake. She needed to know if he had made it back home-even if she dreaded the confirmation of that news.
She knew how his story turned out. She knew that if he'd made it back home, he didn't have long before his death.
She knew all that.
But she still needed to know. Not knowing was driving her crazy.
Somewhere in the middle of sweeping up the last of the glass, it hit her. There might be someone in the City who could answer her questions. Someone who had shown up when they'd needed him most. She still didn't know if he was a god-or God, capital G, or just a guy with god-like abilities. She really didn't know what to believe in that.
She also didn't know how to get ahold of him, and she wasn't usually much for praying.
All the same, she did say a little prayer. She wasn't sure if she should say it silently or out loud. And she wasn't really sure if she was wasting her time or not.
"Um, Jesse. If you're out there, I could really use someone to talk to right now. I suppose if you are around, you're probably busy with more important things. Assuming you can hear me at all. But if you can hear me and you're not too busy... I could really use your help."
A tear slipped down her cheek as she admitted out loud that she needed help, but she just swiped at it and went back to sweeping. She didn't expect an answer, but she'd tried anyway.