#shackie

Missed opportunity to make jackieshauna’s ship name shackie. Like the meat shack. Something to consider for sure

the idea of a post-rescue who shauna who doesn’t marry jeff, who goes to brown and majors in lit, who becomes a writer and dissects her grief and trauma through her work, who still builds a shrine to jackie out of her life— not by taking on the life that jackie would’ve had, but by writing about her, is everything to me. every novel she writes has a charcater who dies too young, whose death transforms the people around them in a profound way. every poem she writes has an undercurrent of loss to it, with a million different metaphors for death that her readers will spend hours picking apart and analyzing; but not as many hours as shauna spends bent over her desk weaving jackie into her words, killing her again and again while simultaneously immortalizing her in her work as she tries to write her way out of the grief, the guilt, the shame. god we could’ve had it all