i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
He wants to believe all of this is true. He wants to believe that this, this love or whatever they shared was real. He wants to believe it, but he shouldn’t.
He should turn now and run into the forest, not giving her so much as a backwards glance. It would be the best for both of them. But he’s too much of a coward to do it, just like he’s too proud to give her that advantage. But it would surely be for the best. They were toxic for one another and in the next breath making perfect sense. A princess and a General, such a thing only works in the fairy tales. They didn’t live in a fairy tale though. He couldn’t whisk her away from her tower in the sky. He was no knight, and his armor had more dings and dents than shine.
But still he stayed. Staring at her, his eyes searching hers. Searching for anything, some reassurance that she was ok, that they were ok. Of course they weren’t ok and nor had they ever been, but he owed it to himself to look anyways. He was shocked at what he found there, and no words he knew could describe it. But he couldn’t look away. “Yes, gone. I’ve no idea where.” he said softly. As much as he would like to change things between Smother and himself, it was impossible. Stagnant water under the bridge.
A sigh slipped between his lips, and he lowered his head. This was moving impossibly fast again, just like it always did between them. There was no slow lane, not when it came to the two of them. Hardening his jaw he stepped to the side, looking down at her and trying hard to hold his resolve. “Smolder…” he started, building the walls up as he spoke. “How can this work? Look at what happened the last time…we’re wonderful and impossible at the same time. How do we know which one we’re more of?” he asked, his voice strong despite the cracking in his chest. He wanted to believe it, he really did…but the skeptic in him told him to run fast and far.
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