dysmorphics: (✮ 22.)
𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 ([personal profile] dysmorphics) wrote 2024-10-19 08:01 am (UTC)

It's... strange, to hear him speak that way, because that's exactly how she feels, too. It might have taken a near-death experience (she might jump off planes without a parachute now, but that first rollercoaster ride had been simply horrifying) to make her realize that she loved him, but she knows it had started well before that.

"Hey, up until a minute ago I didn't think I ever had a chance with you," she says with all seriousness. It's not even the alcohol that's making her ramble, just the things she's left unsaid all those years, all those decades. "You were everything a girl could ever want, you know? And you deserved someone who could be there for you, take care of you, give you children, not... leave you a widower at 25 because she just might not wake up one winter morning." Life had been hard enough back then without being ill, and she'd always been sick. "You would've just... wasted away with me. Become unhappy, maybe even grow to hate me. I didn't want that for you. And I didn't want to lose you."

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