"Not yet." Harm stated with a sense of finality.
Not yet, Mac repeated to herself, Not yet. If not now, then when? When will
Harm ever be ready for what I'm is willing to give him? I feel like I'm just
wasting my time. Waiting for something that will never appear. A phanotm
relationship.
"Not yet." She stated outloud. She couldn't quite look him in the eye. She was afraid of the rejection held within them. "Harm, I can't wait forever. No, that's a lie. I can wait forever, but I won't. I refuse to continue living in this dream that I've created. This...fanatasy world. I deserve someone who will love me, who will want me." She was stareing off into the black of the water below the ferry.
"Mac, I'm sorry." Harm began. "You're sorry? Me too Harm. I'm sorry I can't be what you want, what you crave." Turning,
she ran into the safest place she could find. The womans bathroom. The bathroom was empty.
The gleaming white of the sinks seemed to taunt her saying that even they had someone who cared enough to clean them. She began to cry, feeling lower then even those sinks. She had no one to care for her. Putting her hands to her forehead in shame, she sank to the floor.
Outside the bathroom Harm stood bewildered. He had simply asked for some time. Hand't he?
Why is Mac so upset? What did I do that was so wrong? How could two simple words cause so much pain to swirl in her eyes?
It seemed to Harm as if hours had passed, when in fact it had been just short of fifteen minutes, when Mac emerged from the bathroom, her face stained with tears. "Mac, let me explain..."
"Not yet." She stated outloud. She couldn't quite look him in the eye. She was afraid of the rejection held within them. "Harm, I can't wait forever. No, that's a lie. I can wait forever, but I won't. I refuse to continue living in this dream that I've created. This...fanatasy world. I deserve someone who will love me, who will want me." She was stareing off into the black of the water below the ferry.
"Mac, I'm sorry." Harm began. "You're sorry? Me too Harm. I'm sorry I can't be what you want, what you crave." Turning,
she ran into the safest place she could find. The womans bathroom. The bathroom was empty.
The gleaming white of the sinks seemed to taunt her saying that even they had someone who cared enough to clean them. She began to cry, feeling lower then even those sinks. She had no one to care for her. Putting her hands to her forehead in shame, she sank to the floor.
Outside the bathroom Harm stood bewildered. He had simply asked for some time. Hand't he?
Why is Mac so upset? What did I do that was so wrong? How could two simple words cause so much pain to swirl in her eyes?
It seemed to Harm as if hours had passed, when in fact it had been just short of fifteen minutes, when Mac emerged from the bathroom, her face stained with tears. "Mac, let me explain..."