thinking about grace and carl. imagine being carl, you meet this guy— this school teacher, he’s a little strange, very awkward but he’s friendly, kind, a far cry from the cold, self-important guests you’re use to. you are made to supervise his research, start helping with it too, you become friends and he credits you as the co-author of the literal world saving scientific paper he wrote. you’re the first friend he’s made in years, you created life together, he trusts you.
then, one day, after a series of disastrous events that are neither anyone’s fault nor could have been prevented, you are told he is the only one who can save the world, he does not want to save the world but the choice has already been made. he is forced to go. they take him, shove his face into the dirt, he calls out your name, he begs for you to help him, the last thing he says to you is a plea. all you can do is watch. when his cries are finally silenced, when is fate is completely sealed, you tell him that you have faith in him, that he will save the world. that is his last memory of you. there is a rainbow overhead, you hope he’ll give you grace when he remembers what you did, you won’t blame him if he doesn’t
