Title: Tear Drops
Spoilers: This takes place in the ten seconds after the camera closes on the last carby scene in "The Advocate"
Please read and tell me what you think.
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I wanted to scream at him. But I couldn't. He was being an idiot. Couldn't he read signs? He asked. Or, he almost did. Why didn't he? He was asking questions. He thought that we wanted this relationship to stick. I do. But does he? I mean, he never actually proposed. I thought he would. We both want this thing between us to be "the one". But is he, am I, too scared?
I'm being an idiot now. He's here, he's here now. He's hugging me, comforting me. Why doesn't he ask? Why didn't he ask? Why can't I get this out of my head?
He loves me. Right? I love him. I've just been too d**n
scared to tell him. Maybe that's how he feels. But what if he doesn't love me. I'm too scared. Nothing will change that. Everyone I've said those words to have cursed my life. Richard, Maggie, my father, he!l my whole family. I should run, run far away from him. If I love him, I should run. Run to save him pain. Run to save me pain. Run to save us pain.
But I can't run. Every thin gin my entire body is telling me to run. Except my heart. My heart is telling me to stay. My feet have chosen to listen to my heart. So I stay, and my arms rap around his waist, begging for forgiveness.
I stayed. But I still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Or, what is wrong. I lean against his coat maybe the wool could give me answers. The ring and the coat had met after all.
I mentally slapped myself. Come on Abby! Think logically. Ask him. "Carter." I mumble. "Mmmm…" is his response. I pull my head back and look at his face. He doesn't want to talk, so I let him be and lean into his coat, soaking up his scent.
Moving my head once more to find a comfortable spot I come across something. Probably just his wallet.
But is has a magnetic force pulling her hand. She was in a he!l hole and this was the latter out.
My hand reached but he blocked. I started into his eyes but found nothing. He looked back and something I did must have made him sway because he averted his eyes and his hand went limp. I reached in and pulled out the inevitable: the ring box.
The cool azure velvet burned in my hand. I looked at him and asked, "You still…" But my mouth failed to complete the question and I leaned against him, clutching the box for life. His hand came up to comfort me and a single tear drop formed: merged from both of our glistening eyes.
Spoilers: This takes place in the ten seconds after the camera closes on the last carby scene in "The Advocate"
Please read and tell me what you think.
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I wanted to scream at him. But I couldn't. He was being an idiot. Couldn't he read signs? He asked. Or, he almost did. Why didn't he? He was asking questions. He thought that we wanted this relationship to stick. I do. But does he? I mean, he never actually proposed. I thought he would. We both want this thing between us to be "the one". But is he, am I, too scared?
I'm being an idiot now. He's here, he's here now. He's hugging me, comforting me. Why doesn't he ask? Why didn't he ask? Why can't I get this out of my head?
He loves me. Right? I love him. I've just been too d**n
scared to tell him. Maybe that's how he feels. But what if he doesn't love me. I'm too scared. Nothing will change that. Everyone I've said those words to have cursed my life. Richard, Maggie, my father, he!l my whole family. I should run, run far away from him. If I love him, I should run. Run to save him pain. Run to save me pain. Run to save us pain.
But I can't run. Every thin gin my entire body is telling me to run. Except my heart. My heart is telling me to stay. My feet have chosen to listen to my heart. So I stay, and my arms rap around his waist, begging for forgiveness.
I stayed. But I still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Or, what is wrong. I lean against his coat maybe the wool could give me answers. The ring and the coat had met after all.
I mentally slapped myself. Come on Abby! Think logically. Ask him. "Carter." I mumble. "Mmmm…" is his response. I pull my head back and look at his face. He doesn't want to talk, so I let him be and lean into his coat, soaking up his scent.
Moving my head once more to find a comfortable spot I come across something. Probably just his wallet.
But is has a magnetic force pulling her hand. She was in a he!l hole and this was the latter out.
My hand reached but he blocked. I started into his eyes but found nothing. He looked back and something I did must have made him sway because he averted his eyes and his hand went limp. I reached in and pulled out the inevitable: the ring box.
The cool azure velvet burned in my hand. I looked at him and asked, "You still…" But my mouth failed to complete the question and I leaned against him, clutching the box for life. His hand came up to comfort me and a single tear drop formed: merged from both of our glistening eyes.