Weakness

Oct 19, 2006
5:15 PM

"The Surgeon" – Tess Gerritsen



… For the last two years, the sheer force of her pride had been her main source of strength. It had kept her marching forward, day after day, refusing to wear the cloak of victimhood. Others looking at her saw only cool competence and emotional distance, because it was all she allowed them to see.

             Only Moore saw me as I really am. Damaged and vulnerable. And this is the result. This is why I can't ever be weak again.

            When she rose to leave, her spine was straight, her gaze steady. As she walked out of the workpod, she passed Moore's desk. She only knew it was his because of the name-plate. She paused just long enough to focus on the photograph displayed there, of a smiling woman, with the sun in her hair.

            She walked out, leaving behind Moore's world, and retuning in sorrow to her own.