A/N: Here's my newest OTH drabble-y ficlet. It's a little Leyton. The title isn't perfect. And it's really just a pointless little introspective. Anyway, enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own OTH.
Say What You Need To Say
"I love you. I miss you. I want to be with you."
She wishes it would be that simple. That she could walk right up to Lucas and say all that she needed to say and have everything be alright again.
But she would never be foolish enough to actually believe it could work out like that, that there was a foolproof, instant remedy.
She knows that life isn't like that. Nothing was like that. Not life. Not love. Nothing is perfect, and even the things that seem perfect can fall apart.
She would be stupid to think that three simple statements—no matter how true they were—could fix her relationship with Lucas. There were things she needed to say to him, but if he wouldn't listen, if he didn't care, if he didn't believe, if he didn't reciprocate, what difference would they make?
Absolutely none…