The Time Traveler's Wife [535]: Feet

Assalamualaikum,

"CLARE: Henry is sleeping on the sofa with a book spread open on his chest. Borges's Ficciones. He is shaved and I lean over him and breathe; he smells fresh, his damp gray hair sticking up as always. Alba is chattering with Teddy in her room. For a moment I feel as though I've time traveled, as though this is some stray moment from before, but then I let my eyes travel down Henry's body to the flatness at the end of the blanket, and I know that I am only here and now." pg. 533

Henry lost his feet.
Henry is depressed.
Clare is depressed.

I feel depressed, too.

I understand clearly when Clare said: "For a moment I feel as though I've time traveled, as though this is some stray moment from before, but then I let my eyes travel down Henry's body to the flatness at the end of the blanket, and I know that I am only here and now". She needs an escape door with a big-glowing EXIT sign - unlock. When the one we love suffer, we suffered too. Being there, witnessing without any ability to ease the pain - I'd want to sprang away and run, run and run. But when you finally realized that that is your reality, you stumble through the steps.

Reading through Clare's was always emotional and hard. Clare's was like a deadly-spiral staircase; and I always feel the need to hold on tight to the handrail. Sometime I feel like seconds move slower around Clare, like the sand in her hourglass got clogged somewhere.

Henry and Clare will get through this, I know.
All true love does.

Wassalam.