Livvie was icing her neck and reading The Watchmen again.  She’d taken a particularly hard fall during practice and Rorschach seemed like a perfect narrator for today. She had reread this one pbumage fifty times, and every time the she turned the words over again, they resonated even more strongly:

“Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world…”

Yes, existence did seem random and painful; people were hurt for no reason, good things were ruined without care, and really what WAS the point of it all?  Livvie couldn’t answer anymore.  She didn’t know.  She didn’t know anything.  She felt so…lost, like all her strings had been cut, and the power behind her own existence had been removed.  She was having so much trouble staying afloat in her own head.  She squeezed her eyes closed to block out her tangled, dark thoughts.  She suspected that she could easily drown in herself like this.

And then she heard it.  The soft, lovely music that came floating in through her window sent all the blackness that had been practically pouring out of her skull melting away like fog burned away by the sun’s warmth.  She dropped her book and went to see what was making those sounds which spoke directly to her battered soul and nearly cried out in surprise when she looked out to find…Kenny.  Singing.  So beautifully it made Livvie want to cry.  Especially because he was singing for her.

Nothing in the world could possibly be wrong, when Kenny McKormick was standing outside her window, serenading her like some kind of angel.  She clutched a hand over her heart and looked down at him in wonder.

“I love you,” she mouthed to him, tears of happiness gathering in the corners of her eyes.  How had he known how much she’d needed him at this moment, and come and saved her when no one else could have, just by reminding her that he loved her?  She didn’t know.  It didn’t matter. 

Kenny made everything else disappear, just like he always had.