forwardmoved / ethan green !
happy endings need not apply. those words sent a shiver down his spine, almost unable to understand how she thinks that this was any way to teach a lesson, to teach him a lesson in particular. he understood that life wasn’t fair but his life, despite the unfair moments, was pretty alright and he wished that she would say the same for her own.
“and you’re gonna leave me, after that?” he watched as she retrieved her bag and his hand reached out to assist her, if only to let his hand linger at her arm. this whole conversation had taken a turn for the worst and you’d think that something like a fairytale would alleviate some of the tension that hung in the air, but he only found himself disappointed. more disappointed in himself more than anything that he wasn’t able to fix this.
“have you not been listening to me this entire time, em?” he couldn’t stress it enough how much she meant to him, but god would he continue until the day that she told him that she wanted nothing to do with him. “this ain’t a fairytale. there ain’t no princesses, there ain’t no happily ever afters. there’s happy endings, for sure, but you can’t tell me how i’m gonna make it happen. you can’t tell me that after i told you want i wanted, what would make me happy, and you basically told me fat chance.”
❛ HAVE YOU ? ethan, getting involved with me is about as good for your health as walking into the witch woods at midnight without a cell phone. i know you don’t believe me, and that i hurt your feelings, but i’m trying to keep you alive. ❜. her hand falls, and she feels the immediate tinge of regret at taking a sharper tone despite the urgency of the message. momentarily, her eyes close, an attempt to regain composure with limited success. ❛ you told me what would make you happy ----------or what you think will make you happy because i’m really not the girl that you think i am---------- but i’m telling you is that at best you’ll be disappointed, at worst... at worst they’re not going to find your body. i know you think this is all some sort of game but i’m telling you... i’m only going to get you hurt. ❜
there is no joy in these words. no humor, or good faith. she looks at him for a moment like she’s already assessing what she’ll wear to his funeral. what she might wear to her own for that matter. she turns her head away, tries to ignore the sinking pit of dread and loss that’s opened inside her to swallow all remnants of happiness. ❛ your dad would be devastated. so would your sisters. and you can think i’m being dramatic all you want, but i’d rather you be alive to tell me i’m crazy than watch them bury an empty casket for you. ❜
grip is tightened on the strap of her bag, she still can’t look him in the eye anymore, feeling a wave of nausea and fear wash over so heavily she feels like she’s drowning if only momentarily. her teeth as on edge, and she simply looks exhausted. ❛ if i could run away from here... leave myself behind.. i would. you should do what i can’t and just run the other way before i ruin your life more than i’ve already ruined my own. you deserve better than anything i can give you. ❜
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