She clung tighter, trying to stifle the tears so that she could explain better.
The one question at a time helped, but she was trembling, remembering it all.
"His fans. The press. The public. They loved him, and then they hated him and they tried to put him in prison..." Not that they'd all loved him, ever, but the ones that did, to turn. "He tried to give them the heavens and they just...they threw it back and so he died and was no one and he didn't know...He tried again. I was there. I helped, but he'd said things and he was...was sliding so far away...and then I was gone."
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Date: 2006-10-06 04:08 am (UTC)The one question at a time helped, but she was trembling, remembering it all.
"His fans. The press. The public. They loved him, and then they hated him and they tried to put him in prison..." Not that they'd all loved him, ever, but the ones that did, to turn. "He tried to give them the heavens and they just...they threw it back and so he died and was no one and he didn't know...He tried again. I was there. I helped, but he'd said things and he was...was sliding so far away...and then I was gone."
It made sense in her head?