"Will you stay with me?"
The sane part of me (that was already out the door off to be the best friend) was saying no and never but that other part that has been beaten down to pieces, my once-upon-a-heart, is saying yes far too many times.
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As a child (besides having a family whole and there) my favorite past time, besides reading too many books for an eight year old, was spending the evenings after school watching Beauty and the Beast, who hasn't seen at least one Disney movie?
(but sadly now it dawns on me that I am now living that very story but my beast is even worse)
"Thank you, thank you so much."
This man (that passes as a beast, more of a monster, in his spare time) would end the world just for me and me alone and if he ever could kill himself for the both of us and the whole wide world.
('I love you' is it so wrong to feel the exact same way about the one meant to kill my first love and best friend? Yes it is but I don't really give a damn)
"It wasn't for you alone but still I won't be leaving anytime soon."
All that I really have and all that really care about me, is in this room alone, why would I even want to leave?
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"Do you still love him?"
After days and days filled with him alone (never growing bored of each other and our many woes) it wasn't long before it would all come spinning out, love for the best friend which I know all too well and the cracks of my broken heart starting to bleed out.
(and those words coming from the computer screen picking at the scabs each day, making sure I know how worthless I really am.)
"I don't really know, I want to say yes I love my husband but that's the hard part."
Just from his eyes (that worship every part of me and adore each single word I speak, and sometimes without knowing it I do the same) I know that he truly cares about me and my problems that I know will never scratch the surface of his and all of those super-heroes I play sidekick to.
(his eyes, that with my hands on his, never seem to turn red anymore, no Doomsday coming out to play)
For the first day the phone rang off the hook with the names Lois Lane and but of course Clark Kent but each time it never rang with the name I needed it to, Jimmy Olsen but not to win him back anymore, to make-up, now it's only to show him what he lost and what he won't be getting back.
"He doesn't deserve you (the son of a bitch, who doesn't know anything at all), and neither do I. It's okay you didn't say anything about the many I love yous I've sent your way, I understand."
His eyes didn't turn red (which Jimmy does a great job of bringing them out along with all the rest of him) instead they looked like all they could see was me and the love that was burning beneath them.
Along with the sadness of a four letter word not being said back.
"No, Davis, it's not okay."
This time (and I can say with certainly, being stuck down here, it will happen many more times after this) instead of him being the one to say 'I love you' and kiss me like no other on this freaking planet, it was my turn.
"And the monster got the girl, fairy-tales never end this way."
"Then it's a good thing we're not in a fairy-tale, we get to make our very own."
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Sometimes we lose track of the time (and the fact that the world is still going on above our heads, our kissing ones) just the two of us and that's all we really need to be truly happy.
Happy in our own little world, beauty and the beast (and she's the only one that can save his soul).
"How long will you stay with me?"
It was clear that anytime this world we made would come crumpling down around us (with Clark and all the others coming to claim me like a piece of tech) but right now all we could do was enjoy what little time we have left.
"As long as I need to, maybe even forever."