raffa // italian // socially awkward // pathological procrastinator // bookworm. // photoshop addicted. // ♥ //
“I want you to kill one of them.”
It all started when I lost my mother.
No love for myself & no love for another.
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
100 supernatural things [13/100] All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One & Two“When you were little, couldn’t have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn’t have a mom? Why did we always have to move around? Where’s Dad? I remember I begged you: “Quit asking, Sammy. You don’t want to know.” I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. Always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It’s like I had one job. I had one job, and I screwed it up. I blew it, and for that, I’m sorry. I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people I love. You know, I let Dad down, and now I guess I’m just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy? What am I supposed to do?”
Alternative Universe where Beckett dies
In loving memory of Detective Katherine Beckett.
November 17, 1979
May 16, 2011
“I know in my soul this is what I am supposed to do. I want you to give Olivia your daughter back. I want to give you your life back. As a father, how could I not do that for you?”
End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path… One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass… And then you see it.