"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
She does see it. Clearly. Yet she can't accept it. Why is it so hard for him to realize that she loves him? That she wants him and cares about him? Even though he's making it so abundantly clear that she shouldn't. That their love isn't enough. It will never be enough. The feeling of defeat settles over her so heavily that she feels like she's sinking into the sand with the weight of it. "I do care about you, Locke. I care so much that it hurts. At this point I wish I didn't either because I can't keep doing this." She can't handle being pushed away anymore. She can't take not being his choice.
He might love her. He might care. He might be trying. Except he isn't trying enough. He doesn't want to seize this opprotunity they have. This chance at a life together, but he seems so willing to throw it away and she can't understand why. "You're saying that, Locke, but I'm not seeing it. It doesn't seem like you want this. Want me. Saying you'll be there to help isn't the same as wanting it." There isn't any accusation or fight in her voice. It's resigned now. Quiet and barely more than a whisper, but still there.
It's like a punch to the gut. His words cut into her, lashing out so sharply that they're almost cruel, making her wince as she swallows against the lump in her throat. He keeps pushing her away, giving her reason after reason to just leave him alone, to give up on this. On them. It's the final blow to her already fragile control. The tears slip down her cheeks and she sucks in a breath that feels like swallowing glass, "I don't want to forget about you... Can't you see that? I- I love you. Whether it's stupid to or not." But she can only take so much. She can only handle this back and forth for so long. Maeve is starting to fade and the chance of their future fades with it.
He might love her. He might care. He might be trying. Except he isn't trying enough. He doesn't want to seize this opprotunity they have. This chance at a life together, but he seems so willing to throw it away and she can't understand why. "You're saying that, Locke, but I'm not seeing it. It doesn't seem like you want this. Want me. Saying you'll be there to help isn't the same as wanting it." There isn't any accusation or fight in her voice. It's resigned now. Quiet and barely more than a whisper, but still there.
It's like a punch to the gut. His words cut into her, lashing out so sharply that they're almost cruel, making her wince as she swallows against the lump in her throat. He keeps pushing her away, giving her reason after reason to just leave him alone, to give up on this. On them. It's the final blow to her already fragile control. The tears slip down her cheeks and she sucks in a breath that feels like swallowing glass, "I don't want to forget about you... Can't you see that? I- I love you. Whether it's stupid to or not." But she can only take so much. She can only handle this back and forth for so long. Maeve is starting to fade and the chance of their future fades with it.
Maeve
