|If ya want backstory on this go to my journal.
||[May. 31st, 2007|12:49 am]
Bad sushi Entertainment's communal workspace.
But so you's can see it...
A Story For Dean
Dean lay back in the cool grass and gazed up at the indigo sky. It was not yet offically summer -- the night air was a little too crisp for that -- but the sun had only just set, and it was late enough that the world was lulling its self to sleep.
The general population's fear of the dark made stargazing impossible. But Dean lay there in a way that to many said he would defy light pollution, no matter what.
He gazed into that ever deepening shade above him and sighed. Above was the ultimate blank page; one that could never be filled, and one that he had no desire to fill.
He sighed, happily, again and thought of his family and their loving accusations "It's all Gloom and Doom with you!" because it wasn't, even for him, in these moments where the insanity of the modern world slipped away briefly. The traffic only a slight rumble, far away.
The breeze carried through the darkness the lilac like aroma of butterfly bush. He smiled, content that a lot of hard work was done, for now, and a Nerf fight in the end is wrong...
No, this, this was how the movie should end.