Bittersweet Hearts
Words are just words anyway.
'Your life is just a choice.'
Everything she had done over the years, all the wrong moves, the commands, the evil, devilish things she had done, and the good, great, beautiful things that she had done, led up to this moment. This one singular moment, where whatever she said could alter her fate. The moment. Her moment. Their moment. Her answer would be simple, whatever she picked. Either way, there would only be one syllable. Yes or no. She felt tremendously grateful at this moment. She felt that all her wrong-doings were all so powerful, an yet they brought her to him. Everything she had ever done brought her to stand where she was now. Now she had to choose.
And, yet, while she felt tremendously grateful, she also felt weary. It was not so long after her past. Any number of people could kill anyone she loved, and then she would have to go away again. She didn't want that. She wanted him, a house, a dog, kids, all the things that made America so... American. This was her choice. This was her life, something she couldn't just throw away, and then run off without. She had to pick. Yes, or no.
Thinking back to a time, when she was new to this place, and everything was foreign, and she was scared, whether she would admit it or not. And getting coffee, she saw him, first. He was just like he was now. And it made her happy.
"No. I can't. I just... no." She told him, a sad smile playing her lips. Yet, after her answer, he was still smiling in her joking way, what made her fall in love with him in the first place. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and started to walk.
Then he told her, "Words are just words anyway."
Everything she had done over the years, all the wrong moves, the commands, the evil, devilish things she had done, and the good, great, beautiful things that she had done, led up to this moment. This one singular moment, where whatever she said could alter her fate. The moment. Her moment. Their moment. Her answer would be simple, whatever she picked. Either way, there would only be one syllable. Yes or no. She felt tremendously grateful at this moment. She felt that all her wrong-doings were all so powerful, an yet they brought her to him. Everything she had ever done brought her to stand where she was now. Now she had to choose.
And, yet, while she felt tremendously grateful, she also felt weary. It was not so long after her past. Any number of people could kill anyone she loved, and then she would have to go away again. She didn't want that. She wanted him, a house, a dog, kids, all the things that made America so... American. This was her choice. This was her life, something she couldn't just throw away, and then run off without. She had to pick. Yes, or no.
Thinking back to a time, when she was new to this place, and everything was foreign, and she was scared, whether she would admit it or not. And getting coffee, she saw him, first. He was just like he was now. And it made her happy.
"No. I can't. I just... no." She told him, a sad smile playing her lips. Yet, after her answer, he was still smiling in her joking way, what made her fall in love with him in the first place. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and started to walk.
Then he told her, "Words are just words anyway."
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