Kevin takes that box, and sits with it on the floor before opening it and peering in.
The documents and certificates are interesting, the teddy bear just tells him he grew up supporting Chelsea. The photos - well, he can recognise his own face.
But there's nothing. No connection, no emotion. Not even when he's staring at a weirdly coloured old wedding photo of a couple who both look so much like him they have to be his parents. Not even the birthday cards - one from 'nana,' one from both parents, one from just his dad - all at different ages. If he was being logical, he'd think maybe they were the last card each of them gave him.
He must have kept these things because they meant something, but now they mean nothing. The man in these photos is a stranger that looks like him.
It opens out in front of him suddenly - the distance he's been feeling between himself and this 'Kevin,' the man everyone sees when they look at him. He'd been relying on that distance as a sort of protection, thinking that this whole thing is just something that happened to a different person that he can help recover. He had hoped, that maybe he'd get information here that would help him solve the mystery of who this man was. He's been treating him, he realises, like a victim he can help.
But now he sees this gulf between him and the man in these photos, the man who loved these people, and it feels insurmountable. He's a trespasser in someone else's life, and there is no one left for whom this stuff has meaning.
He's been staring at the stuff for too long. Now he throws the photo in his hands back in the box and shoves the whole thing away from himself violently, with a wordless cry of frustration.
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Date: 2023-11-24 12:15 pm (UTC)Kevin takes that box, and sits with it on the floor before opening it and peering in.
The documents and certificates are interesting, the teddy bear just tells him he grew up supporting Chelsea. The photos - well, he can recognise his own face.
But there's nothing. No connection, no emotion. Not even when he's staring at a weirdly coloured old wedding photo of a couple who both look so much like him they have to be his parents. Not even the birthday cards - one from 'nana,' one from both parents, one from just his dad - all at different ages. If he was being logical, he'd think maybe they were the last card each of them gave him.
He must have kept these things because they meant something, but now they mean nothing. The man in these photos is a stranger that looks like him.
It opens out in front of him suddenly - the distance he's been feeling between himself and this 'Kevin,' the man everyone sees when they look at him. He'd been relying on that distance as a sort of protection, thinking that this whole thing is just something that happened to a different person that he can help recover. He had hoped, that maybe he'd get information here that would help him solve the mystery of who this man was. He's been treating him, he realises, like a victim he can help.
But now he sees this gulf between him and the man in these photos, the man who loved these people, and it feels insurmountable. He's a trespasser in someone else's life, and there is no one left for whom this stuff has meaning.
He's been staring at the stuff for too long. Now he throws the photo in his hands back in the box and shoves the whole thing away from himself violently, with a wordless cry of frustration.