It wasn't fair. Torn between two, not knowing who to choose.
He was responsible; he would keep her out of trouble. But he would constantly remind her of her crime.
The other was irresponsible – a rush of danger at his fingertips, a string of lies falling off his tongue at every chance.
But who to choose?
They would both keep her safe, they would both love her equally.
Which face would she see each morning, which lips would she kiss each night.
One would care almost too much, always inquiring where she'd been, what she'd done.
The other would care, but not to the point of being nosy.
One would accept her crimes, the way she did things, because he had done the same.
The other wouldn't – couldn't understand, because he was the exact opposite.
He didn't have to trust her; she didn't have to trust him. They could live with each others' deceit, as long as it within the boundaries of love and protection.
However, the other would have to trust her, to fully be able to love her. He would need the comfort of being able to be close, but could she let him get that close?
Domestic or Wild?
One would never be home, letting her do all the work without even realizing it.
The other would take her with him, spending time and helping her.
Trust and Friendship or Guilt and Interrogations?
Doctor or Conman?
A/N: I miss Lost...