Yes, of course, was her immediate reaction. Everything was meaningless if there was no reasoning behind it. Jo wouldn't have been able to follow through on having Ilona were it not for her love for Zach. Everything happening for a reason was as simple as basic cause and effect.
Except, that wasn't exactly true. Ilona's existence was pure happenstance. An unlucky roll of the dice that eventually led to an intense downward spiral. No amount of emotion, passion, or empathy could have spared Jo from it. The spiral then led to the failed adoption and now everything was so intensely complicated that she often laid awake trying to think her way through it. What could be the reasoning for the complications? Not a single soul benefited from the spiral. In fact, Jo had left a trail of wounded people in her wake.
Her drink arrived and Jo took the opportunity to focus on something other than him. She studied the bubbles in the glass, the condensation already forming on the sides. If everything happened for a reason, what was the purpose of their continued run ins? Was he finally to give her the answer to what happened on that fateful Thursday? Were they meant to be friends again? Given how cold and distant he was being towards her, Jo knew the answer to be that there was no purpose.
Life was cruel and random at best.
"No. That's just a lie people tell themselves to justify tragedies and things they can't be bothered to understand." Jo eventually replied, sounding more tired than before.
Except, that wasn't exactly true. Ilona's existence was pure happenstance. An unlucky roll of the dice that eventually led to an intense downward spiral. No amount of emotion, passion, or empathy could have spared Jo from it. The spiral then led to the failed adoption and now everything was so intensely complicated that she often laid awake trying to think her way through it. What could be the reasoning for the complications? Not a single soul benefited from the spiral. In fact, Jo had left a trail of wounded people in her wake.
Her drink arrived and Jo took the opportunity to focus on something other than him. She studied the bubbles in the glass, the condensation already forming on the sides. If everything happened for a reason, what was the purpose of their continued run ins? Was he finally to give her the answer to what happened on that fateful Thursday? Were they meant to be friends again? Given how cold and distant he was being towards her, Jo knew the answer to be that there was no purpose.
Life was cruel and random at best.
"No. That's just a lie people tell themselves to justify tragedies and things they can't be bothered to understand." Jo eventually replied, sounding more tired than before.