A/n- So, ok, just a little something that popped into my head while I was writing my other story. :-)
She was never his to begin with. Not when they'd slept together, not when she'd told him she was pregnant, and certainly not when she left without a word. He had tried...everything. He had asked and been rejected more times than he could count.
"Marry me?" He'd asked when she'd told him about the baby. But she just shook her head a sad smile on her face.
"You know I can't" She'd told him taking his hand in hers. "I don't want to get married, and I don't want to live here while you go off to work every day. I can't live like that. I never could."
She was never his.
Not when years later things seemed to finally be working in his favor. She'd said yes, yes I'll try with you. She had told him 'You never know till you try.' And, oh how he had been ready to try. But even then, even in those moments her heart had belonged to another, whether she knew it or not. But even that moment had been fleeting, even that had been ruined with a simple phone call.
Then, holy gods above, she had come to him, in pain and in tears. All he had been able to do was walk her into his home, as he listened. He listened as she cried and talked and cried some more. He hadn't shaken her off, as he should have, when she began to kiss him. He hadn't said no, as he should have, when she pulled him towards his room.
She was never his.
Even then, lying in bed with her beside him she wasn't his. He could feel it in the way she stiffened when he wrapped his arms around her.
It took a while, but finally she said yes, 'yes I'll marry you.' And even then, in the most romantic place in the world, she hadn't been his. As she said I do and took on his ring her heart belonged to another. And He could see it, deep in her eyes when she looked at him. She didn't want him; she never had, not like this.
He had tried to pretend, tried not to see it. But he could, every time they walked by, that place. Her eyes misted just a little and she'd look away. There was always something she wasn't telling him. Something in the way she moved even when they were alone, just the two of them.
She was never his.
And then, when he'd found the letter.
'It's not a letter' She told him reaching out and taking the pad of paper from him. He had known, had finally let himself see it. She couldn't be his, was not meant to be. He loved her more than life itself but she did not want him. She didn't want to be married, and he should have known, it only took twenty years to get her to say yes. But by then he knew, she was never his. Sitting there as she cried and shook her head telling him she didn't want to feel how she did. She wanted to want him. But she didn't, and she never could.
She was never his to begin with.
A/N- Ok, so we all know who this is about right? Raise your hand if you know who's telling the story. Good Job! Virtual cookies to all that know.