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I seriously don't know where this came from….
Imagine chancing all the risks, preparing to put the other and yourself in mortal danger just my making yourself happy. It's ironic really, to escape something that's killing you the inside, sweet, dangerous love; you are potentially killing yourself on the outside. Is it better to remain dejected, rejected, and break your own heart, for the sake of the one you love? That's what they did for 3 years, and then they wanted to die contented and blissfully in declared love. Or at least one of them was.
Imagine taking that first step, that first break in the conversation, to ask, and delightfully to receive what you hoped for. Those words that shape the future, they are not found in some- great- man- who- does –all- for -the- worlds' speech, they are not found in religious texts, not in ancient scribbling, but they are as simple as "dinner" and "together". These words can hold the future joining of souls, they can populate the earth, and they can even save a life. They can also destroy us. This is what happened to them. All hope was halted by vicious tongues, and lashing rumours. If you could predict the future, which her intelligence almost allowed, if what you saw was awful, if you could see weaknesses, and blackmail, murder and treachery, would you break your heart, and break the heart of the one you love to save them? For we all seek to love, and love seeks to destroy us in the end.
Imagine being the one you loves' only downfall, the only thing that could destroy them. When that one who wants to destroy it finds that weakness, and uses it, there are choices to be made, people to save, people to protect, people to love. You hold the key to your future; do you open that door of hate and erroneousness, knowing that they will still be there for you to love from afar? Or do you choose otherwise and have to let the one you love go, have to say goodbye? It is said that the choices in our lives make us, but what if they break us at the same time? For the first, you have to sit and wait for the next evil to come along, knowing if you make that first step, they will come sooner. The second, you will never see them again, and love will torment you. Both ways you get your heart broken, choices have to be made…
So they made their choices, both tried to save the other, but they failed, that was inevitable. If he went down, she would break, if she went down, he would break. In the end, it came to the petty argument of who was more needed in this world. The choice was made, and that is how they both came to standing on the dock in the early hours of the morning.
Imagine saying goodbye to something that had not even said hello? How do you some up how much you loved, respected, honoured, valued, and appreciated someone in a few minutes before they sailed away onto their future without you, without themselves, without love? The words that she so badly wanted to hear from him were now her greatest foe. He didn't, she wouldn't let him. She kissed him hello, goodbye and thank you all in one moment, and then she left.
That was the story, the greatest, saddest and most wonderful story of Ruth Evershed and Harry Pierce….
I'm thinking I might do a sequel, what do you think? Please leave a review…..