because the reality is that one day he's going to walk away.
.
"No."
"Who are you?" he looks disgusted, like he doesn't know why he's even talking to you. Taking in his appearance, you feel as if he's used to people saying yes, not no. With the patch over his eye and the large gun on his waist, he gives the impression that he is ready to take on the world.
"I. Said. No."
"Ugh," he grunts, "you're like twelve, honey. How long do you think it'll take me to break you?"
"I'm fourteen," you say, affronted. You toss your golden hair and stare him in the eye, "And I'll take whatever you try on me."
"Brave, huh?"
You glare into his dark brown eye, your blue gaze becoming more intense. "Why'd you join them?"
He blinks, as if he's taken by surprise. But the shock does not last. "Family first."
You giggle dryly and gesture to his eyepatch. "How well did that work for you?"
"Shut up, little girl."
"I'm not little!"
He chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates into your toes. "I'm about to kill you," he whispers throatily, "and that's what's bothering you?"
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why are you crying honey? you chose this.
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"No!" you yell, tugging at his sleeve. "No!"
"Lacy - "
"No!" you yell once more, "you're not allowed to walk away from me. No!"
"I have to - "
"You have to what, Ethan? This isn't a have-to. This is a choice and I think it's - I think it's going to - "
"I love you."
"That's not enough! Stay."
There are rivulets of tears falling down your face, because you can't lose him. You just can't. "Lace - "
"If you go up there you're going to die. Kronos is not the right choice Ethan! Crime is not the right choice."
His voice croaks. "They say that there's an easy choice and a right choice. I say that there's another option that's neither."
"I love you.
"I love you too - " and then he kisses you and he sprints up the stairs
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choose love wisely, little girl.
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You see him again, of course, see him falling, but it doesn't really count.
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too. damn. late.
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i really don't care about a eight year age gap. let's pretend they start a relationship when she's eighteen to make me less weird.
not that it's going to work . . .