In the beginning, Angela had been more than doubtful.
Reconciling her relationship with Shawn had seemed almost too good to be true. She was more than conscious of the pit-falls of such a thing, because sooner or later, they were sure to fall apart.
It had always seemed that no matter how hard they tried, or how much they put up a fight, they weresimply just two worlds apart. Compatibility hadn't exactly been on their side, and differences of opinion on even the most trivial of matters never failed to thicken the already bold wedge that existed between them.
So as a precaution, she kept the familiar fluttering of butterflies and sweaty palms at bay, fearing that their relationship was only a temporary thing.
30 years later, however, and Angela found herself singing a distinctively different tune. Although the odds had clearly been working against them, there had always been that indescribable force that never failed to draw them back together
And now as she fights with Shawn, another one of their daily quarrels over split milk no doubt, she can't help but smile knowingly.
Because at the end of the day, compatibility wasn't much of an obstacle when love was just in arms reach.
- конец (end)-
A/N: The abruptness of Drabbles never ceases to amaze me. I know I jumped into the ending rather quickly, but I swear my fingers have individual minds of their own and the words I type are merely their evil, premeditated doings.
And although I'm not entirely pleased with how this fic left off, I must say that Happy Endings, sudden or not, aren't exactly bad things.
So long live the Fluff, my homies ;)
And as always, reviews are appreciated.
-Andee
