Easter

[BengalHawk62]

I always try to think of Peter-

I try to imagine his shame that Friday night. Have you ever been a total shit? Have you ever had your worst moment when the person you love most needs you? Have you ever tried to sleep right after? What about when your friend dies, before you can make it square?

I see him waking up off a three-day bender on shitty syrah to a loud knock on the door and a bunch of women yapping at him. When he gets them to slow down enough to hear him through his headache, he hears what they're saying, and it's absolute, total, complete horsecrap, the absolute kind of thing only women and fools would say. Don't get him wrong! No one would be happier than him, right? But he's a man of the world, a realist. Besides -- be-*****-sides -- he's already had his heart broken once, remember? He's not falling for that again. He's going back home, back to practical things. Start fishing again. Normal life.

It's just...

It's just that what they're saying reminds him of something he said one time. Probably nothing. None of it meant anything, not really, that's what Friday proven, right? Still. It couldn't hurt to look. They had enemies, maybe someone did something. Might as well check. If nothing else, it'd shut the women up. Anyway, someone has to do it.

The sunlight burns his eyes, triggers a headache. He's exasperated. John's tagging along. It's a ***** trudge out there, all for nothing. Probably all for nothing. We're sure it's all for nothing, right? There were a few times when he wondered. What did happen that strange day on the mountaintop? He was never completely sure.

What if?

And a flash of something he could never name goes off inside him and suddenly he's running, running as fast as he can, and John, beautiful, young, not-hung-over-John is off in front of him but Peter doesn't care because the maybe that's growing in his heart is bigger and brighter than a galaxy and there's things worth being a broken-hearted fool for after all and he rounds a corner and there's a boulder thrown far to the side and the sun rising over the mountain pouring molten gold over a Jerusalem renewed.