Honey wherever you go, I know
The faintest scoff slips free, light as the last air bubble from a drowning man. "No, you wouldn't." It's said firm, crisp with absolute certainty. "I would never put you in the position that you'd have to." Not the least of which is because they'd never have the chance to, since she isn't willing to try and see what they could be. He's sure though that it would never lead to that, if she did.
Every remark he makes, every angle he tries to tilt for her, it doesn't seem to matter. It keeps circling around to Jack asked her first, Jack's been with her longer, Jack's gonna play at house with her and super duper promises not to break her things this time. Well, who's he to top a super duper promise?
"Funny," comes to precursor to something that's never funny. "I thought we weren't making assumptions about what the other needs, or wants, or deserves." He brings his other hand around, reaching to clear the line of salt that's catching the sun on her face. He holds it there after the fact, thumb slow with its drag, tracing the shape of her one last time. "I just want you. All of you, as you are. Best, worst, happy or sad, sweaty after running or grumpy after not enough sleep. I want you curled up in the bed when it's cold, and wind-tossed on deck, sunburnt." If only wanting and wishing had been enough.
His hand slips away with a sigh. "Mostly, I just want you to be happy, however you manage to find it." He closes his eyes and listens to the surf, to her unsteady breaths, to everything coming undone in the worst way. "Tell me when you are, then I'll know my wish finally came true." Because that's all it had been about, from the start. Her happiness.
He lets silence sit for a minute, cold and soft as snowfall. Something he could bury himself in. Finally, he whispers something he half hopes she won't hear. "If you're waiting for me to go, it'll have to be you, Ro. I told you before, I'm not leaving." He tilts his head back to look at her, for what feels like the last time he'll truly get to. "Even now." She'd be the one walking away from this, not him. Leave him here to die on the beach, please.
Every remark he makes, every angle he tries to tilt for her, it doesn't seem to matter. It keeps circling around to Jack asked her first, Jack's been with her longer, Jack's gonna play at house with her and super duper promises not to break her things this time. Well, who's he to top a super duper promise?
"Funny," comes to precursor to something that's never funny. "I thought we weren't making assumptions about what the other needs, or wants, or deserves." He brings his other hand around, reaching to clear the line of salt that's catching the sun on her face. He holds it there after the fact, thumb slow with its drag, tracing the shape of her one last time. "I just want you. All of you, as you are. Best, worst, happy or sad, sweaty after running or grumpy after not enough sleep. I want you curled up in the bed when it's cold, and wind-tossed on deck, sunburnt." If only wanting and wishing had been enough.
His hand slips away with a sigh. "Mostly, I just want you to be happy, however you manage to find it." He closes his eyes and listens to the surf, to her unsteady breaths, to everything coming undone in the worst way. "Tell me when you are, then I'll know my wish finally came true." Because that's all it had been about, from the start. Her happiness.
He lets silence sit for a minute, cold and soft as snowfall. Something he could bury himself in. Finally, he whispers something he half hopes she won't hear. "If you're waiting for me to go, it'll have to be you, Ro. I told you before, I'm not leaving." He tilts his head back to look at her, for what feels like the last time he'll truly get to. "Even now." She'd be the one walking away from this, not him. Leave him here to die on the beach, please.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
