I think about the ending of CW a lot (after the extra book, snowscape?) and idk, this kind of materialised from somewhere
THIS COULD BE SPOILERS I GUESS IF YOUVE NOT FINISHED
(sorry it’s not in like a show more thing I can’t do it on mobile/don’t know how)
The ship begins to slow and my heart speeds up, racing in my chest, pounding harder than it ever has. We touch down and I fly out the door, Wilf calls something after me, but I don’t hear what he says, I’m already too far ahead, my feet kicking up a cloud of dust behind me. I fly past everyone, leaving angry shouts and flares of noise rumble in my wake, normally I’d care, but today I don’t. I sprint harder, faster, my body trembling with fear and excitement. We landed near the edge of town and I was vaguely aware that I had left the buildings behind me at some point, but I can’t remember now, it doesn’t matter, nothing matters but getting to him. My feet hammer the floor along the road and the path up the waterfall arrives and leaves before I had noticed it was there, not that I was paying much attention to my surroundings anyway. I’m nearly there. I run past the lands campfire, the animal herds, the hunting party’s arriving back, and finally towards him. I’ve walked this route everyday, but this is different, today there’s a different ending to my journey. I hear bens usually quiet noise flaring with joy, but it’s drowned out by a new noise. His noise. It’s buzzing louder than I’ve ever head, projecting out, searching. I hear my name, flying around with all his emotions, “VIOLA?” He’s calling for me, and I’m sure as hell coming “VIOLA?!” I hear again. I hurl my legs up the steps, “TODD” I scream, “TODD, I’M COMING” His noise explodes like bomb, a massive projection of emotions in my head, happiness, relief, fear, love. I reach the top and fly through the entrance and fly into his arms… and neither of us needed to call anymore.
I think maybe everybody falls. I think maybe we all do. And I don’t think that’s the asking." "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go (via ibeatupgrass)