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[Feb 8] [Lilo and Stitch] Those Who Don't Come Back
Title: Those Who Don't Come Back
Day/Theme: 8 Knowing only departures, never returns
Series: Lilo and Stitch, pre-movie
Character/Pairing: Lilo
Rating:
They came and left like the tide, never the same, only similar in their numbers. To a child Lilo’s size, they seemed huge. Great lumbering herds of strangers that spilled into her town, filling up the parking lots and restaurants, dotting the beaches like stranded whales. They were almost invisible to the locals, like roaming pieces of furniture, always there, so much so that it was like they never left, no matter how the faces changed.
That idea had bothered Lilo. That they could come and go and no one would even notice gnawed at her heart, already aching from the pain of having the world go on when her parents were dead. How could no one notice that there were such huge, gaping holes in life now that they were gone? How could anyone do anything with that emptiness in the world?
It had been a normal day until the police had shown up at the door. There had been only casual goodbyes when they had gone out. That wasn’t fair either.
Lilo had inherited Nani’s old camera just a few weeks before. She hadn’t taken many pictures with it yet. After the accident, she had the film developed, hoping maybe somehow there would be pictures of her parents in it. There hadn’t been. Just a few extreme close ups of a few of her toys and some of the flowers in the backyard. And one of Nani, brushing her teeth in her underwear.
In one of the backyard photos, there had been part of her father’s arm in one shot. He had bent a branch down for her to get a better picture, and if she had just aimed a foot to the left she would’ve gotten his face, grinning at her as she bent and contorted to get a good shot. She would never see that face or that grin again. If only she had gotten a picture of that.
The tourists reminded her of that feeling. They were only here for a few days, usually, sometimes a few weeks. For some of them, it was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. They would never be back. Some would never be able to afford it again. Some might not live that long. No one here would ever see them again, like footprints on the beach washed away by waves, here a moment and then gone without a trace. They wouldn’t be remembered or missed unless Lilo did something.
So the camera came back out, and everywhere she went, she took a pictures of the visitors. If she could save them, save some memory of them, maybe they wouldn’t be completely gone. She had once told Myrtle that taking her picture would capture her soul and sent the redhead home shrieking. Lilo wasn’t sure how true that was, but she knew she had to save something.
Day/Theme: 8 Knowing only departures, never returns
Series: Lilo and Stitch, pre-movie
Character/Pairing: Lilo
Rating:
They came and left like the tide, never the same, only similar in their numbers. To a child Lilo’s size, they seemed huge. Great lumbering herds of strangers that spilled into her town, filling up the parking lots and restaurants, dotting the beaches like stranded whales. They were almost invisible to the locals, like roaming pieces of furniture, always there, so much so that it was like they never left, no matter how the faces changed.
That idea had bothered Lilo. That they could come and go and no one would even notice gnawed at her heart, already aching from the pain of having the world go on when her parents were dead. How could no one notice that there were such huge, gaping holes in life now that they were gone? How could anyone do anything with that emptiness in the world?
It had been a normal day until the police had shown up at the door. There had been only casual goodbyes when they had gone out. That wasn’t fair either.
Lilo had inherited Nani’s old camera just a few weeks before. She hadn’t taken many pictures with it yet. After the accident, she had the film developed, hoping maybe somehow there would be pictures of her parents in it. There hadn’t been. Just a few extreme close ups of a few of her toys and some of the flowers in the backyard. And one of Nani, brushing her teeth in her underwear.
In one of the backyard photos, there had been part of her father’s arm in one shot. He had bent a branch down for her to get a better picture, and if she had just aimed a foot to the left she would’ve gotten his face, grinning at her as she bent and contorted to get a good shot. She would never see that face or that grin again. If only she had gotten a picture of that.
The tourists reminded her of that feeling. They were only here for a few days, usually, sometimes a few weeks. For some of them, it was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. They would never be back. Some would never be able to afford it again. Some might not live that long. No one here would ever see them again, like footprints on the beach washed away by waves, here a moment and then gone without a trace. They wouldn’t be remembered or missed unless Lilo did something.
So the camera came back out, and everywhere she went, she took a pictures of the visitors. If she could save them, save some memory of them, maybe they wouldn’t be completely gone. She had once told Myrtle that taking her picture would capture her soul and sent the redhead home shrieking. Lilo wasn’t sure how true that was, but she knew she had to save something.