Two Paths, One Dream
Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
I can picture exactly how it would be.
I'd somehow come face to face with the embodiment of him. I'd run into his embrace. It would last a satisfyingly long time.
After some familial chit chat and idle distractions, probably involving a meal and an activity of some sort, there would come a time for decision; Stay or Go.
He'd choose to Stay.
Confessions would be made. Truths would be told. There would be a lot of passion and emotion.
But here is where the dream fades. I can't picture what happens next.
If an infatuation ends, it ends. Something causes a chain reaction that fizzles the whole thing out.
If it doesn't end, if the trust grows and the feeling is more mutual than I allow myself to dream it to be, what then?
There are two paths and I refuse to try either of them. Both have an ending I can see coming and they both end in heartache. How did I even get here?
My heart is torn. It never wants to leave the dream. It can't choose a path that might destroy it and either path could be the one.
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