Not that he argued, much. He’d agreed with her decision to leave. Her decision to go to Boston and go to Law School and leave him behind. Whatever love had been there before his accident —- that was gone, for the both of them. She had clung to it while he was missing, but it wasn’t there anymore. He had tried to find it, but there was nothing for him to find.
He keeps his arm where it is, refusing to leave until she hears him out. There’s something here, something real between them.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for me.”
lips formed in a straight line, forest irises nothing but a PLEA as she fought to reason with herself —- (this wasn’t right. this wasn’t okay) . but it was real, & david was right; she couldn’t tell him that she no longer harbored feelings in the very depth of her core for him. it’d be nothing but a lie. one that would fool nobody, least of all themselves.
❛ —- david. ❜
it was a half-articulated warning. she was struggling. her heart felt as though it were impendingimplosion. mixed emotions trampling her entire being, swallowing her whole. no matter how many times she attempted to keep distance, or divert him from her thoughts, it WOULDN'T work. somewhere, deep inside, mary margaret knew that. she could try but she would fail. almostnervously, she shuffles.
❛ of course i do. ❜ there’s a hitch in her tone. it was (more) than a feeling, so much more ; harder, too. should love be this difficult ? ❛ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❜ he seemed to encompass half of her being. the next words to escape rosy lips are packed with fuel. not even she’d seen them coming. ❛ —- &i love you. ❜
