Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2004 8:03 pm
~Liz~
I barely dare look at him…I’m afraid of what his reaction is going to be… By all rights, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t turn his back on me and simply say that I made my decision… What I did, I did with the best of intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that I broke his heart.
"Liz," He whispers and I look up, surprised as I see him step closer. He reaches for my shouder with one hand and the effect on me is amazing…to feel his hand on my skin again…it’s been too long… Slowly his hand slips down my arm and eventually reached my hand. My eyes look down, following his hand and then suddenly I’m aware of his other hand on my neck. His thumb glides along my jaw and I can feel his fingers slipping into my hair. This is what I have dreamt of for so long…dreamt of experiencing again and yet known that I never would… The beginning of a tear starts to slip out of the corner of my eye and he reaches up, wiping it away with his finger ever so gently.
"Liz” He says again. I look up into his eyes and suddenly he’s leaning towards me, his lips about to meet mine. Hesitantly at first, I press my lips back against his as they meet. It’s a sweet, delicate kiss…much like the ones when we first started going out but to me it’s wonderful. Suddenly I realize something. I know that I can’t know exactly what’s going to happen…but there’s one thing that I’m sure of…Max and I are stronger together…in his arms only do I feel complete…
After a few more moments he pulls away and I can see there’s something more he needs to know. For a moment he’s silent, as though working out how to say whatever it is he wants to say, but finally he begins. “…So all that talk about Romeo and Juliet…?” He asks a little hesitantly. I think he’s a little worried about what my response might be…he’s still confused probably and I don’t blame him…I still am sometimes when I think about what happened…
Taking a deep breath, I motion for him to sit down next to me on the bed. “…In the original timeline…you and I got married…we eloped when we were nineteen and one of the things I said to convince you it was right was that Romeo and Juliet were seventeen…” I look down. “I guess when I found out what the future would be like if we did that, I thought about the story again, and instead of seeing the love between the two, I saw the death…just like the death of our friends which I knew would follow if we were together…” I chew my lip nervously. “I was wrong…” I tell him softly.
I barely dare look at him…I’m afraid of what his reaction is going to be… By all rights, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t turn his back on me and simply say that I made my decision… What I did, I did with the best of intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that I broke his heart.
"Liz," He whispers and I look up, surprised as I see him step closer. He reaches for my shouder with one hand and the effect on me is amazing…to feel his hand on my skin again…it’s been too long… Slowly his hand slips down my arm and eventually reached my hand. My eyes look down, following his hand and then suddenly I’m aware of his other hand on my neck. His thumb glides along my jaw and I can feel his fingers slipping into my hair. This is what I have dreamt of for so long…dreamt of experiencing again and yet known that I never would… The beginning of a tear starts to slip out of the corner of my eye and he reaches up, wiping it away with his finger ever so gently.
"Liz” He says again. I look up into his eyes and suddenly he’s leaning towards me, his lips about to meet mine. Hesitantly at first, I press my lips back against his as they meet. It’s a sweet, delicate kiss…much like the ones when we first started going out but to me it’s wonderful. Suddenly I realize something. I know that I can’t know exactly what’s going to happen…but there’s one thing that I’m sure of…Max and I are stronger together…in his arms only do I feel complete…
After a few more moments he pulls away and I can see there’s something more he needs to know. For a moment he’s silent, as though working out how to say whatever it is he wants to say, but finally he begins. “…So all that talk about Romeo and Juliet…?” He asks a little hesitantly. I think he’s a little worried about what my response might be…he’s still confused probably and I don’t blame him…I still am sometimes when I think about what happened…
Taking a deep breath, I motion for him to sit down next to me on the bed. “…In the original timeline…you and I got married…we eloped when we were nineteen and one of the things I said to convince you it was right was that Romeo and Juliet were seventeen…” I look down. “I guess when I found out what the future would be like if we did that, I thought about the story again, and instead of seeing the love between the two, I saw the death…just like the death of our friends which I knew would follow if we were together…” I chew my lip nervously. “I was wrong…” I tell him softly.