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Author's Note: This is a little Gadge drabble based on a Harris Burdick picture called "Lost in Venice." I hope you like it! I apologize in advance for making Gale like this.
She was perfect; the most beautiful creature you would ever lay eyes on. I tried to stop myself, but even for her I couldn't. I was a man with so much luck he had all he would ever need, yet it wasn't enough. Greed had overtaken my soul. Its sharp claws grasping me so tight that I could no longer breathe correctly.
My ability to withhold that terrible want from engulfing my entire being was wavering. My resolve was too gentle. She should be strong like an ocean-liner, a structure that would not be tamed by the waves of desire, her breaks should suffice when trying to defend against the cruel ocean. But no, she was soft and pleasant, and easily defeated.
Eventually a choice would need to be made. Either allow myself to be sucked into the dark abyss of never-ending addiction, or stop and keep the girl I love. Somehow, I had developed a pure animalistic need for more smoke to fill these empty, blackened lungs.
"I'm cutting you off!" She growled, having already shed enough tears for a lifetime. He couldn't help but notice the roughness her once silky-smooth voice had acquired. Her nimble fingers attempted to pluck the cigarette from his hands. She was successful, and while she swiftly whisked it away, ash from the tip sprinkled to the ground like black snow.
"Stop." I said simply, clenching my fingers around her wrist so tightly it was sure to bruise. Her blue eyes widened in fear. She was afraid. The girl I was meant to keep safe was afraid of me.
"What happened to you?" She whispered, head cocked to the side and eyebrows furrowed in question.
It pained me to see her this way. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing. The diamond wedding band on her finger wiggled between her fingers. Fiddling with the ring seems to have become a habit.
I didn't feel the need to answer. My constraint was giving out as the current pulled me in deeper and deeper. Even to the point that not even she could save me. I decided that if I couldn't cut myself off from smoking, I would have to cut off something else.
"We're done." Those two words were repellent; she was out the door in seconds.
My will-power disappeared. It faded away along with the wonderful woman I wish I'd been able to keep. Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner was pulled further into the canal.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Please give me your opinion! :)