“Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.”
- Napoleon Bonaparte

I’ve been wondering lately how my life would have been if I hadn’t enlisted, if I hadn’t met Brendan, if I hadn’t watched him be slaughtered in front of me, if I didn’t end up with PTSD. It’s impossible to know, and it’s probably not a healthy mindset to end up in, but it’s where your brain goes when you have no answers to the big ‘WHY?’ hanging over your head.

I’m not sure how I was supposed to feel when I finally saw Emilio for the first time since his awful accident. I had lulled myself into a very false sense of security that ICU policy meant I wouldn’t be allowed in to see him. I became a bench warmer of various waiting areas within shouting distance of the ICU and I ingested far too much hospital vending machine coffee to be healthy. Though, after all the shit I’ve ingested prior to that, my insides probably weren’t all that surprised.

( Then Des pulled her connection strings, and the next thing I knew a nurse was fetching me from one of the benches in the hall where I had been staring at the surface of a tepid cup of coffee lost in thought... )

Cole Carrington
( original character )

Brother

I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to Finn being gone. You can get used to the fact he’s not here, but gone... it’s a whole other story. I find myself thinking about him a couple of times a day. I think about how far we came from where we were when we first met. I think about what an amazing person he turned into.

He was my hero. I miss him. It’s like the world’s heart misses a beat every so often now my brother’s gone. And the hardest part of all is, he’s not coming back.

Kurt Hummel ★ GLEE
- Progress table @ justbeingaqueen