Certain real world events plus a pair of (delightful!) (but time-consuming!) house guests have left it a little hard for me to pay attention to fictional people this past week. But things are slowly getting back to normal, and I would be remiss if I let the departure of one of my favorite characters of all time go without comment — even if she is still mostly a pale copy of her former glorious self.
But hey, at least we got this, right?
SONNY: It’s not going to work out. Not like this.
BRENDA: How do you know?
SONNY: I do know. You know why? Because all we do is hurt each other. And right now we’re on the rebound, and that’s the worst place to start.
BRENDA: What are you talking about? We’ve been much worse places than this. [Ed note: TRUTH.]
SONNY: Probably, yeah.
BRENDA: Let’s make it easy this time.
SONNY: You know what, maybe someday we’ll have a shot. But in order for us to have that shot, we need time to heal.
BRENDA: Why do I always have to lose you?
SONNY: I guess it’s time to say goodbye
BRENDA: I’m not saying that. We never mean it. So until next time.
Oh, these two. These two! They just make me regress into a squealing teenager. Sorry. Can’t help it. I don’t care how bad the writing gets for them. I don’t care how weird Vanessa Marcil’s mannerisms or cheekbones become. I don’t care that I’ve spent the better part of the last ten years wishing someone would run Sonny over with a lawnmower.
Well, okay. I do care about all of those things. A great deal, in fact! But that’s beside the point.
Because when they’re all tortured and she starts walking away and he grabs her back like he just can’t stand to not be touching her right that instant and then he takes her face in his hands as he kisses her… WELL, IT’S GOOD FOR ME, PEOPLE. OKAY?
So long, Bren. And thanks for all the making Carly’s head explode.