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Six months ago
David and Mary Margaret walked down the street in silence. The darkness around them absorbed their thoughts.
"David?" The curiosity in her eyes sparked something inside him that hasn't burned for years, that Kathryn wouldn't even light.
He continued walking, choosing to ignore her.
"David, I know you knew that was coming, you even feel it too. David just listen to me!"
"You know I can't. You know how George is, I have to! The love I have for you is just going to have to die out, because it can't happen."
"But you want it to." She paused for a moment to think. "Cut George off. He doesn't decide your fate, you do. If you truly love me, truly, then don't do it. Do you really want to be stuck with someone you don't love while doing a favour for someone you don't even like, while they have control over you?" He turned away from her angrily. She caught him and turned him around.
"Please. You owe it to yourself." She kissed him hard, then let go and sped back to her station wagon. His heart skipped a beat. He had a decision to make.
Present day
Mary Margaret slowly rose from her bed to find a mug of hot chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top on her bedside table. David trudged out of the bathroom with his jeans on from the night before. His bare feet made a slapping noise on the floor as he hopped back onto the bed.
"Morning," he said. Mary Margaret remembered the events of last night. What had she done. She felt awful.
"Oh my god, what have I done," she cried. She threw his grey tank top and checkered shirt at him. She ran around her apartment, cleaning things up and erasing the evidence. He followed her around.
"Mary Margaret, it's not that big of a deal. I'll tell Kathryn and break up with her, you'll tell Toby and break up with him. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at him innocently.
"Or not?" She continued her search, putting away wine glasses and her pair of socks.
"Of course I want to be with you David, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"What will Toby tell everyone? Gossip spreads like a gas fire."
"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it." A small moment of uncomfortable silence filled the room like carbon monoxide, poisoning them.
"You should go. I promise I'll text you tonight." She wasn't sure what to do.
She liked Toby a lot, though they just became serious. But she knew she loved David, unconditionally. She hated decisions like these. Once he left, instead of doing her weekly groceries, she sat on her floor, knees curled up to her chest, crying. What would she do? How could she fix herself? She felt broken and alone and angry. If only George were out of the way. Is there any way to get him to ease off of David, without hurting herself or David and their reputations? He was the king of blackmail, after all. Was all this worth it? To be with David? He just caused her pain and turmoil and an unnecessary amount of decisions. She loved him, with all her heart, but what would it cost to be with him? She sat conflicted, crying in her own arms, but one thing was for sure. She could never fall out of love with him.
A knock at the door shook her out of her state of deep thought. Toby emerged through the door and ran to hug her as she collapsed into him. He nuzzled her and they sat there, no words being exchanged, but acknowledging their pain. He filled a hole in her, but not all the way. Only David could do it. She longed for his presence, but this was okay; it was numbing, but not quite healing. Their stomachs both rumbled in almost unison. They stood up to make dinner, but Mary Margaret wobbled a bit before regaining her balance.
"How long were you on the floor," He asked concerningly.
"All day." He held her close and kissed her forehead. He was so kind, the only thing that could bring her to break his heart is the thought of David. They worked quietly in the kitchen and she glanced at the clock. She would call David instead of text. They ate dinner, and soon Toby left, insisting that he should stay, but she showed him away. Once he was out, she lay on her bed and dialed his number. He picked up right away.
"Mare, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! I just wanted to call and talk. To you."
"Have you decided what to do yet?"
"No, but we should make that decision together." They talked for hours, got off track a little bit, but decided that the best course of action was to tell their partners. It would take courage, but they both had some to spare. It would hurt, but if they really want to be together, there will be hearts broken. It was hard to imagine life without Toby, but even harder to act like nothing had happened. After hanging up, she collapsed onto her bed and a single tear fell down her face. She practically passed out with the tear dried on her face.