they will take your voice,

@spacegunned​  ,

‘     do you ever thinking about what would’ve happened if..    we..     ‘     gotten married?     the question is on the edge of her tongue,  begging to hang in the air,  but somehow,  instead,  samantha just takes in a deep breath,  and hopes that leon understands.     she still remember the day when she was standing at the altar..     waiting for him..    alone.

he  knows  the  memory  will  always  pierce  through  everything  warm  and  golden  in  her  life.   it  will  haunt  her.   remind  her,   every  day,  and  maybe  every  hour,  that  there  was  once  a  time  when  she  wasn’t  good  enough.   ‘     no.  i  don’t.   we  had  issues.   ‘     distance  and  the  healing  magic  of  time  was  what  they  needed.    ‘     maybe  if  we’d  gotten  married  that  day,   it  would’ve  fallen  apart  a  couple  months  later.   and  i  don’t  want  that  memory.   when  i  marry  you,   i  want  it  to  stick.   ‘

love is a stage,  love is a song,  love is a girl in a bar with a pretty voice.   seeing her again reminds him of pain and he knows she feels it too.   it’s the kind of wound that can’t be patched up with the magic of time or healed by the kiss of another.   pain:   it’s how they’ll remember each other.   if there’s a later for them,  leon hopes there’s rain on the roof.   he hopes it’s quiet.     ‘   there’s something i have to say.   ’     a brave step is taken forward,  heart trembling.   the pub has closed and no one else is in the parking lot.   hours have passed in the blink of an eye,  just like they used to,  and he wants to kiss her goodnight   —   just like he used to.   but this is an inch he won’t stretch into a mile and he’s surprised she even agreed to a drink.     ‘   leaving you….   sam,  i never should’ve left you like that.   in front of our friends,  our families.   it was wrong.   the way i handled things   —   it was all wrong.   ’

@spacegunned ,    something actually happy for once

it’s been years   ––   the last time she saw him,   he was telling her no.   that he couldn’t do it.     be in love with her.    it’s not that she didn’t understand his reasons why…  they were    valid reasons.   she just didn’t expect it to hurt as much.   so she left,   doing what she could to find the memories that she was desperate to have again,   and doing everything in her power to ensure that she’d never hurt anyone again.   hurt him again.    in passing,   she manages to catch a glance at him and everything seems to come flooding back up to the surface,   including her feelings for him.   to say her love never left was an   understatement   ––   he’s always made her happy,   both when she was younger and now.   he made her feel like she wasn’t a monster or a killer,   made her feel like she was    more than good enough    ––    even though she broke her promise to him.    even though he broke his to her.      “   hey stranger.   “   

her voice still makes him move.   time can be a monster,  blurring and erasing,  but it can never make a stranger out of her.   there’s not a soul in sight as he strolls up to their agreed meeting spot with his hands digging into his pockets.   the sun is setting,  the last of its warm glow finding her cheek and lighting up her eyes.   manticore tried to make the devil but all he sees is an angel.     ‘  selene,  ‘   he says,  the matters of his heart found in that single breath.     ‘  wow.   you look...  ’   leon is chuckling and it’s special,  he thinks,  how it feels as though the time that has passed has been days rather than years.     ‘  i was thinking about all the things i wanted to say on my way here but all i want you to know now is that you look good.   beautiful.  ’