crypt | meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

HARDEST THING TO SAY MEME

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

yep. totally stolen from memebells.
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She'd take what she got and what she got wasn't so bad at all, really. She was kissing him, they were on a date of sorts, and he was willing to spend time with her. That was more than she expected to get when she woke up this morning, all-cried out. Together they could do this on their own terms and figure things out on their own time.

She laughed at his teases, looking at him with an amused sort of expression. "Well, if they did that then I'd have to go find them and give them a piece of my mind." And a kick to the rear.

It was all he could give her, right now, but she seemed to think it was enough, laughing and smiling and that was what really mattered to him. Of course, he laughed at what she said, nodding - "Well, they can't afford to fall for every poor soul who comes into their care. I imagine their job is actually pretty tough, and they probably don't get very much thanks for it." He had tried to thank his nurses and doctors, when he could - when he'd been awake or coherent, though it hadn't always been the case.

"But I have you, now - and you have me. Please don't forget that, I want to be here for you. Maybe not exactly how you imagined - not yet - but I'm still here. All right?" He was pretty sure she knew that, but he didn't want this to be one-sided. He wanted to support her however he could, with or without his memories.

"I'm thankful that they took care of you when I couldn't." Because she wasn't a full nurse or anything and she didn't even know he was in the US or alive until two days ago. Those nurses did what she couldn't.

But she wasn't thinking of that for long. No, not when he was saying all the right things, he was saying exactly what she needed to hear, and he meant every word. She leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, smiling as she pulled back. "You are still the sweetest, most caring man I've ever met." Memories or not. "I promise I won't forget it."

He would have let her know where he was - but he hadn't known she'd been waiting for him, couldn't have known. He wished he could have contacted his parents, told them, maybe they could have told her... but two days with them and he already wasn't sure if they'd ever even talked to Summer more than a few times. But none of that mattered now - he was here, and he nodded when she said those nurses had cared for him when she couldn't. They had, and they'd kept him alive to send him back here, and that was what mattered now.

That, and the way she was smiling, the way soft, warm lips pressed to his forehead. "Well, clearly you don't get out much," he teased, though he leaned in to press his lips to hers for just a few seconds, to prove that he was thankful, grateful she thought that. "But good. I definitely want you to remember that. This isn't something we should have to go through alone. We have each other. I'm not going anywhere."

I'm not going anywhere.

Those words eased her mind more than she can ever say, though it has to be clear by the look on her face, her face falling into an expression of utter relief. She pressed her lips to his for another moment, just letting him know how much that meant to her. She knew it wasn't his fault that he couldn't let her know where he was, that he hadn't known to find her. But the fact that he wasn't going anywhere, that he wanted to stay, that she wasn't going to experience this life alone, it was more than she could ask for.

Edited 2012-05-08 18:32 (UTC)

The way she looked, just then... he couldn't help but bring his hand up to touch her cheek, feeling his heart beat a little faster at the idea that she was so relieved that he could be with her. He'd never felt that before, that he could remember, having such power over another person; it was a heady feeling, but not one that came without the mutual feeling that, somehow, if she were to be sad, he would be more than a little restless and guilty until he could fix the problem, make her smile again. Maybe that's what love felt like - he couldn't remember, but he was actually looking forward to finding out again, in a way. "I really like your smile," he said softly, thumb tracing the corner of her mouth. "It's beautiful, you know."

Summer turned her head into his touch, pressing a kiss to his palm before looking back at him as he spoke, telling her that he liked her smile. She smiled a little wider at that, even as his thumb brushed along the corner of her mouth. "Really?" She couldn't help but blush at his words. "Thank you. I mean, I really love your smile too, so..." It worked out nicely didn't. "There were times I thought I'd forgotten what it looked like." Those were the worst times. Then she find a picture of him somehow, a yearbook or making an excuse to go visit his parents even if they didn't really talk to her much.

"Really. And the way you blush, too, while we're at it," he murmured with a bit of a smile, himself, which only grew wider when she said she liked his, too. Though it turned a little sad when she said she'd forgotten what it looked like, sometimes - he didn't need to imagine what that was like, that he knew, and he was sorry she'd had to go through that. One thing he couldn't imagine, though, was, "It must have been hard. Really hard. To wait here... not knowing anything, either, the past couple of months. I'm sorry for that. I promise, if I'd known there was someone like you to notify, I would have tried a lot harder."

She didn't know what to say to his compliment before-- "Thanks." Of course, she was happy to see him him smile at her compliment, her eyes meeting with his as he apologized. She shook her head, reaching up to touch his face. "It's not your fault, you didn't know. And I don't blame you at all. I can't even imagine how hard it was for you so..."

"Well... it can only get easier from here. Right?" No, he wasn't sure of that, but he wanted to believe it, and he wanted her to believe it, too. Maybe if they believed it, hard enough... well, he knew all about how believing something didn't make it true. But this was different. This wasn't the war. This was the life he wanted back, and he wanted it to be as different from the war as anything could be. "I don't want it to be hard for you like that again. Once in a lifetime is enough - more than enough, I'm sure."

"Well, you're right here. I don't need to forget your face," she reminded him softly. She could see him everyday if he let her or even once a week and she'd never have to forget his face again. "I don't want it to be hard for you either, you know. I know it is but I want to do whatever I can to help you."

"No, you definitely don't." If he had his way, it would be more like every day that she saw him than once a week. He knew that once he got busy, that might be difficult, but if he could convince her to keep working at the hospital if he got a job there... that might be a bit more likely. And it would be nice for both of them to have a friendly face around.

"I don't think it could be as hard with you helping me as it would be any other way," he said earnestly, reaching over to take her hand, squeezing her fingers gently. "So I think that's an awfully good start. It's got to be easier, together, than it is apart."

Summer wouldn't leave her job if they'd take him on too. But sometimes the hospital was over staffed and she'd happily give up her job if it meant he could have one to make a living. She didn't actually need to work but hopefully they both could work at the same time. That would be the most ideal situation.

She squeezed his hand back, smiling at him. "I think so. If we work together, I know we can do anything."

They'd just have to see what the situation was like, but it would definitely be nice to share his shift with someone like her. Of course, first he had to get hired, which he planned to go and do the very next day. He'd had enough 'lazing around' in hospital beds, himself, he wanted to get started on the rest of his life. And now that he had a direction, he was going to take it.

"I'd bet on it," he grinned at her, thinking that with Summer there to keep him motivated, to push him... maybe they really could. Though then he caught sight of their dinner, laughing and saying, "Except finish dinner, if we get too distracted." Well, kissing was a whole lot more interesting than eating, could you blame them?

Summer would, of course, do everything she could to help him get the job. And if he didn't get hired for some reason, she's help find something different. She didn't mind being his motivation or help him keep it because she knew in her heart he'd do the same for her, even this memory-less Leckie. Of course, she did laugh when he mentioned their food and she realized they hadn't finished it. "Oh, right. Well, I can reheat yours if you want, I should probably keep my lips away from yours so you can finish."

He would definitely do the same for her, she was already an important part of his life, whether it had been for two days or for twenty years. He grinned a bit, starting to scoot his chair back but then he decided to just pull his plate over so he could sit closer to her, shaking his head. "No, no - it's fine. It's still warm. Though I'm going to have to keep my lips away from yours, too, you need to make sure I don't eat all of your hard work." He definitely wanted to make sure she'd gotten enough to eat, too, even if he could probably eat twice as much as she could - and would definitely be going for seconds once his plate was clean.

"I don't mind if you want to eat all of it," she put in with a grin, reaching for her plate to pull close and finish her meal. She'd make him as much food as he wanted, as he could eat because for some reason she found satisfaction in helping him. So seconds or thirds, she wanted to give him anything he wanted or needed.

"Well... I'll try and save some for you," he laughed - and he would, though there was more than enough for both of them to get their fill. In fact, he was pretty sure that Summer would always make sure he had enough, whether it be food or love or simply companionship.

And that feeling was true - if anyone took good care of him, it was Summer. Oh, his parents took care of him, let him stay until he'd managed to talk to Summer's uncle and set up accommodations with him in exchange for helping out around the house. The man was kind enough and sympathetic to his cause, and certainly didn't mind when Robert brought home the groceries with the salary he'd been earning as an orderly in the hospital. It wasn't exciting work, per se - cleaning and changing sheets and carrying whatever needed carrying back and forth, up and down the floors - but he felt like he was helping, and he often saw Summer when they both had a shift at the same time, although she didn't work full-time like he did.

He'd gotten to know her, much better - on his own, at first, starting over, but he'd wanted to know her and she'd been willing to tell him almost anything he asked. And much to everyone's delight, his memory had been coming back - though slowly, in spurts, and things were still awfully patchy. But he remembered parts of growing up, certain events, remembered that time he'd tried to kiss Summer when they were kids and she'd smacked him for the effort. He even remembered parts of the letters he'd written to her - she'd let him borrow them, and sometimes when he'd read one or the other, he could specifically remember writing it to her.

It had been fall when he'd come home, but it was July before he knew it. He had been taking Summer out on dates fairly regularly since he'd gotten back, as soon as he'd gotten a job and she'd been satisfied that he wasn't spending all his money on her. And the Fourth of July fireworks put on by their town and the few neighboring ones together seemed like a perfect date - a late-afternoon picnic and some fireworks to watch while cuddled together. And so he showed up on Summer's doorstep that afternoon in his service uniform - she hadn't gotten to see much of him in it and if there was ever a day to wear it, it was today - with a picnic basket hanging from the crook of one elbow as he knocked.

It was amazing how quickly time flew past. And even more amazing was the progress Leckie was making. While he wasn't back to his former self, his memories were coming back in pieces, small pieces, but pieces nonetheless. And much to Summer's delight, it seemed to encourage him in the most positive of ways. And he seemed to relish in his life at home, in his work. While she knew it wasn't exactly the dream job, she hoped that he found pride in helping and just working to earn his wages. And he seemed much happier once he was away from home, she was both sad to say and relieved.

They'd been spending plenty of time together, keeping Summer's hopes up in a positive way, going on dates, eating together, seeing one another at work. She was overjoyed to be with him in any way, honestly. So when he asked her to go to the fireworks display, she was more than happy to accept. There was no other man she wanted to go with. She pulled the door open with a smile, wearing a lovely dress, that wasn't too relieving but not too modest, her cheeks rosy. "Hey," she said with a shy expression as she took him in his uniform. "You look so handsome."

With every memory that came back, Summer seemed to smile a little more - not that she hadn't been supportive, regardless, but when he'd made it his personal mission to get that smile to come out as often as possible, that in and of itself was encouragement for him. But he couldn't say he didn't want his life back, too, to figure out who he was and who the people around him were. Maybe he didn't get along wonderfully with his parents, but they were supportive in their own way - they still treated him mostly as if nothing had ever happened, and while it could be aggravating... sometimes it was comforting, too. That maybe by not letting this change affect the way they treated him, they were supporting him in a way they couldn't or wouldn't with words.

But Summer had still been the most instrumental, and when she opened that door with that look on her face - oh, he felt like the luckiest man on earth, memories or no. He was about to say she looked lovely but she beat him to it, making him glow a little with pride - that was why he'd worn it, after all, to look nice for her because he knew she liked it. "Thank you," he murmured, stepping a little closer. "But I'm nothing compared to you. You look amazing."

Summer didn't mean to treat him differently than she had before or act as though she couldn't be happy if he never got his memories back, but she was, after all, only human. She wanted him to be happy no matter how he was but she knew that he would be at his happiest (hopefully) when he was his normal self again, being able to live his life normally. She'd been supportive as she could be, buying him a new journal to write in, letting him borrow the letters he wrote to her, and answering any and all questions he had for her.

Of course, when he stepped in closer and said she looked it amazing, it was definitely worth any effort she put into helping him and looking her best. She stole a quick kiss from him before glancing back to see if her father had come to the door as well. But he remained in his study. While her father had always had a liking for Robert Leckie, any man who could make his daughter so happy and serve the country was good in his book, he'd been wary since Leckie had returned home, sans memories. He was worried on the strain it would put on Summer, emotionally, if Leckie never got his memories back. And he'd been cautious in encouraging their budding relationship, staying close to home, insisting on being around whenever Leckie came about the first few times. But eventually, he'd lightened up, even as he brought doctors in to study Leckie. They all said the same thing, he just needed time and patience. And Summer was intent on giving Leckie both. "Thank you--" she stopped as she spied the picnic basket, grinning at him. "Is that for us?"

She was doing a practically superhuman job of supporting him, he knew, and he was trying to do nothing but rise to the challenge. And Bob really couldn't blame Summer's father - if a man was the sum of his memories, then what was to say that losing those memories didn't change him? But he really tried to treat Summer well - and as more time went by, it seemed that maybe those memories weren't gone forever, and that meant that he could still be the kind of man her father trusted with his daughter.

All the same, he knew the man liked to see them off, all the same - a perfectly reasonable thing, really - but he didn't see Dr. Roberts coming up behind Summer, even as she moved to press a short kiss to his lips, making him smile as her gaze fell on the picnic basket. "It sure is. I thought we could have ourselves some dinner before the show, how does that sound?"

Summer's father would likely be there sooner rather than later to see them off but for now, Summer was able to steal another kiss from him as he confirmed that the basket was, unsurprisingly, for them. Grinning at him, she smoothed her hands over his jacket, just feeling the fabric with great interest, liking the way it felt beneath her fingertips. "That sounds amazing. Thank you for being so thoughtful. All I thought to bring were two cokes and some cookies." She pointed over next to the door to show a smaller basket with the coke bottles sticking out of it. "You're amazing."

Just as she was about to steal another kiss, Dr. Roberts came out of his study, making himself known with a clearing of his throat before moving to greet Leckie with a warm smile, a handshake, and asking him how he was faring.

"Well, given that your cookies have been known to elicit marriage proposals... I think it's safe to say they're a good choice," he teased back with a grateful smile, because they'd make the perfect dessert during the fireworks, he was sure. "But you're welcome, all the same. I thought the idea of a picnic sounded nice, is all."

Of course, just as she leaned in, he did catch sight of her father over her shoulder - who cleared his throat a moment later, making the two of them step apart and Leckie gave him a sheepish but bright smile, shaking his hand firmly and saying he was doing pretty well, still remembering things from time to time, but feeling a lot farther along than he had been just a few months ago - and all thanks to Summer. He definitely wanted to let the man know his daughter was amazing, and commendable and that he meant to treat her well, with or without his memories.

Of course, Summer's heart leapt a bit when he mentioned marriage proposals and how they were a good idea. (At least she jumped to that conclusion even if he meant something else.) "A picnic sounds amazing, Leckie."

She moved so the men could greet one another and Leckie sang her praises, confirmed that he was doing well. She watched them both before turning to her father. "We're going to watch the fireworks. We won't be out too late, I promise." She moved to kiss her father's cheek before grabbing her basket and then taking Leckie's arm. Neil gave them both a look before smiling, telling them to be safe and have fun.

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We can probably timeskip forward shortly? I'm thinking 4th of July...

go for it in the next tag!

o7

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it helps to post the comment

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