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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Summer was well aware of the fact that she thought she'd be engaged, if not already married by this point and time. And she thought that they'd planning their future together. But life has a way of not going as you plan and while a wrench had been thrown into her plans, she was okay with the progress they were making. She only worried, despite how he seemed now and his assurances, that one day he'd change his mind and walk away, want to find somewhere where he could start fresh and not feel pressured to be someone he used to be.

And as Leckie led her down the steps, she didn't really worry about it so much, glancing back to see her father winking at her as he closed the door behind them. She pulled herself closer as they walked towards the park nearby, which would have a perfect view of the fireworks, she knew. "Should I have brought a blanket or something?" Though, she supposed he could've put one in the basket he was carrying.

Life definitely had a way of twisting around even the best-laid plans, but he liked to think maybe they weren't so far off track. The only way he had to convince her he was here to stay was to stay, and so that's exactly what he planned on doing. He didn't plan on working at the hospital forever, but every time he sat down to write in the journal she'd gotten him, it felt a little easier, a little more natural. He had hopes of someday reclaiming that job at the paper, or any paper, for that matter. He'd find some way to do what he was good at, he just needed a little more time to get good at it once more.

Right now, though, he was happy with how Summer pulled herself closer as they headed for the park. "I brought a bedsheet, I hope that's okay?" he said - it had been easier to roll up and put into the basket, and it was warm enough outside that it shouldn't get cold later, given that it was July. "But it is something to sit on, so you won't get that pretty dress dirty. That would be a shame, and I won't be the one responsible for it," he teased, fingers moving to touch the side of that dress just briefly before they moved away again.

He was sticking around for now (and possibly forever) so she was savoring every moment of it because she'd never take his presence for granted again, ever. And she would support him however she could, however he'd let her or need her to.

"That works perfectly," she put in with a smile, glancing up at him as he spoke of her dress and preventing of it getting dirty. "It's okay, my dress won't get dirty on a sheet. So good thinking." She kept on grinning as she stayed close, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. "You're a sweet heart."

That was all he wanted, to convince her that he meant to stay, and that would take time, he knew - so he was all right with that. Because he was sure that time was something they had, and plenty of it, and the idea of that was nice, especially after having run for his life for so much of the past four years (especially when those were some of the sharpest memories he had).

He grinned when she approved, humming softly as her lips touched his jaw. "Because you are, and I've got to keep up with you," he countered, because she was definitely sweet, kind and giving, and he just wanted to make her happy, loved seeing her smile, like he'd told her many times. "So, do you know of a good spot we should take? Or should we just search until we find one that looks good?" He'd been the park many times by now, but not always to search out good picnic spots.

He'd told her as much many times, that she was sweet; he was quite good with showering her with compliments, just like she was to him. Her eyes watch his face as he spoke about where they should sit. "I don't care. I think we just find one that looks good since I'm sure the ones I know are probably already taken." And she didn't mind looking with him, it wouldn't be so hard to find a nice open spot. "There's always near that willow tree."

He absolutely meant every compliment he gave her, and he hoped she knew it. He considered her answer, nodding after a moment, "I think I know which spot you mean. Let's try that first, and see how it looks."

The park was definitely occupied already, some families and some couples spread out over the expanse. But it wasn't packed, and he noted a few spots as they headed for the willow tree she'd mentioned. But, as luck would have it, around the far side of the tree there was no one, like their own little private spot with the trunk of the tree and its long boughs dividing the space from the rest of the park. "Oh... I think this will work pretty well, don't you?" They could even see over to the little pond on this side of the park, where a couple of frogs already croaked even though it wasn't sunset yet.

When they found that the tree was not occupied, her smile widened and she moved to tug him towards it, looking quite happy. Her cheeks flushed some because it was in the park but somehow, it felt like it was secluded. And that had her smiling the idea of it. "This is perfect," she said with a giddy tone of excitement, looking at him before moving to put down her small basket. "Can I help you spread out the blanket?" Or sheet, whatever. She wanted to help them get settled because the sooner they did that, the sooner they could just get to talking and eating and enjoying themselves.

He liked the way she was smiling broadly at the sight of the spot - their little spot, or at least it would be for the night. "Yes, ma'am," he said, snapping to attention - hoping to make her laugh - and moving to set the basket on the ground, pulling out the sheet (which was on top) and moving to double it over and spread it on the ground under the tree. After that he moved to sweep his arm in a grand gesture towards the spot, saying, "Ladies first," waiting to let her sit before he'd pull the basket over and start unpacking their dinner. He'd brought real plates and utensils for what he planned to lay out: salad, rolls, potato salad, and bread, cheese, and chicken (which he'd even roasted himself, last night, and wrapped up in the icebox to make sandwiches with today).

Once they got the sheet settled, she moved to to sit as invited to do so by him. "Why thank you," she said in a cheeky fashion, sitting in a very lady like way. Of course, as he pulled out all the fixings, she looked very impressed, her eyes widening. "Did you do all of this? I mean... I don't mean to say that you couldn't but I'm so impressed." And clearly happy. She moved to help him, offering to help serve up anything that needed to be served up.

He grinned quite happily, especially as she looked so very impressed. Of course, her words made him laugh a little - no, he wasn't exactly a master chef, so he didn't mind the surprise in her voice. It was nice, it told him she was well and truly surprised - and pleased. "I sure did. I even roasted the chicken without burning down the house," he teased, taking a few slices of bread and setting them on her plate so she could make herself a sandwich. Though when she moved to help serve things up, he indicated the potato salad, letting her put some on each of their plates while he did the same with the salad. "It's probably good this is a picnic, though, I couldn't do anything much fancier than this."

The truth was, he had a bottle of champagne for later, but he figured they could drink the cokes she'd brought with their dinner and have that later, with the cookies. So he reached over and grabbed the two bottles, twisting the metal caps off before offering one to her.

She helped serve whatever he indicated which turned out to be the potato salad, which she added to the plates on the opposite side of where he was serving out the salad. "Well, I'm impressed. And I can believe you've been holding out on me. I didn't know you could cook." He'd helped her with a few things before but she hadn't seen him do something on his own, that she could remember. But with a house full of sisters, she shouldn't be too surprised.

She took the offered the coke with a smile and a word of thanks before she moved to make her sandwich before taking a tiny bite and humming. "It's perfect, Leckie. So perfect."

He ducked his head a bit, but he was still grinning when he glanced up at her. "Well, I've been holding out just so I could surprise you, maybe." Of course, he still wasn't that great at cooking, he'd just figured out how to roast a chicken and have it come out all right. He hadn't really had much chance to cook for himself, but he'd been doing a bit more of it for himself and Summer's uncle, given that they both liked home-cooked meals.

But really, the proof was in the sound she made, the way she looked like she approved even as she told him it was perfect. And that really meant a lot, as he got to work on his own sandwich, smiling, pleased. "I'm glad you think so. It took a couple of burned chickens over the past few months before I figured out just how to do it right every time."

"Apparently so." She still looked blissfully impressed with this new bit of information even as she took another bite of her food, humming once more at the taste because it really was perfectly cooked. And she was utterly impressed. Her eyes closed for a moment before she washed it down with a sip of coke. "It tastes really good. Honestly. Now I'm going to have to make you cook more."

Her cheeks flushed some as she looked at him with a bit of a smile, reaching over to touch his hair lovingly, sweetly. "Thanks for this. I can't imagine a better way to spend my Fourth."

He had to chuckle at how very pleased she looked - but given how he'd wanted her to look that way, he considered the entire thing a success. "Well, I guess the secret had to come out sometime," he said, though of course, "I wouldn't mind cooking for you sometime. I'm pretty good with a barbecue, too." And now that it was hot outside, it seemed the perfect time to use one.

Though right now, he leaned happily into her touch, though not so much so that he couldn't shove a forkful of salad into his mouth. "You're welcome," he said, once he'd chewed and swallowed. "I just wanted it to be special... I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be, right now, or anyone I'd rather be with." And he wasn't just saying that for her benefit, it really was true. "You've been so great to me, I wanted to be great to you, too."

"Barbecue. You know, I'm not sure I've actually had any before, really. I mean I've had some burgers my dad made on the grill... You should teach him how to make the other stuff." She'd had some at a carnival she thought but never fresh made. And certainly never by Robert Leckie.

She let her hand drop as he took bite of salad, happy to let him eat since she was hungry herself, she just hadn't realized it until she started eating. She took her own bite of salad as he spoke and she swallowed before she gave him a warm smile, feeling what he said was the absolute truth. "I'm glad to be here with you. I don't want to be anywhere else since you've been so amazing to me. Seriously."

"Oh, really? Well, sure - I'd be happy to come over sometime, if he's all right with that." He could do chicken, and corn, and hot dogs, for sure, as well as burgers. "We could make a night of it. Maybe I'll stay on his good side if I make him some dinner?" He knew that Neil Roberts liked him all right, but he still got the feeling her father was a little wary of them dating, sometimes. He knew that the man was only looking out for his daughter, but that also meant he was always trying to make sure he knew that she was in good hands.

Of course, both of them were concentrating more on the food than anything just now, but that was all right - food was for eating, after all, so he was glad she seemed hungry. Still, he was even more glad for that smile, those words she said a moment later. "You deserve it, Summer. Absolutely. You deserve a lot more than I can do for you, really... but I guess I'll just always be scrambling to catch up." He didn't say that like it was a bad thing, though. If she'd keep him around so he could catch up... then that sounded fine to him.

"I'm sure he would be, he does want to spend more time with you." And really, it was to spend time with him to get to know this different Robert Leckie. But also because Dr. Roberts was a good man, truly. He wasn't cold or unkind to Bob by any means but he was still cautious for his daughter's sake.

"Don't feel that way. You've done more than know for me." He didn't have to come over that day, he didn't have to agree with try again with her. And before all of his, those letters, his love, it had given her hope and happiness. He couldn't understand how much he meant to her. She was careful since that first day he came home not to overwhelm him with her emotions because while she was sure he cared for her, she was pretty sure he didn't love her the way she loved him. And she'd grown to accept that after a bit of a struggle. "You deserve a lot yourself."

"Well then, it sounds perfect." Oh, Neil had never been unkind, he'd helped Bob in a lot of ways, used his influence to consult with other doctors, let him spend time with his daughter. His caution was well-deserved - if nothing else, it kept Bob on his toes. And maybe that wasn't a bad thing, just like when he'd told Summer that she could rush him a little, and maybe it would just help keep him on track.

"I hope I have," he said earnestly, giving her a hopeful smile. Right now he knew couldn't love her like he had before - before, that love was born of years of memories and he couldn't give that back to her, not now that he only had some of those memories back, but not all of them (yet, he hoped). But he'd found that he loved her simply because he couldn't not love her - for her kindness, her patience, and her spirit. She'd been so easy to fall for that he'd barely realized it was happening, and when he finally had, he had been hesitant to say those three words to her, worried she'd think he didn't mean them - or that he couldn't mean them in the way she wanted. He was still waiting for the right time to tell her, but for now all he could do was let his actions speak for him. "I just want to be deserving of whatever you want to give me, that's all. I couldn't have gotten this far without you, I'm pretty darn sure of that."

Summer didn't know she could be that easy to love, though if she thought about it, it couldn't be such a huge surprise. Sure, it'd only be months and before it had taken years. But if you took into account the physical distance between the two of them, the obstacles between them, the amount of time it took for each letter to arrive and be received... well, maybe if they'd been together, in the same city, it would've only taken months for them to fall. But as of now, she wasn't thinking of love, so much as how she was thinking he deserved to be loved and treated well, she was happy to do both.

And the food was good, she was contently munching on each thing as the natural light around them was starting to fade, meaning the fireworks would be near. "Well, you're a success then because you are definitely deserving of anything you want."

It really shouldn't be a surprise, and he would have assured her of that if it had ever come up. But it was true, things were different now, in so many ways that it was hard to say what might have happened - only that what was happening now mattered, and that was that he felt like she was something special, something he wanted to cherish and keep happy, and make sure she knew just how happy she made him.

And she definitely made him happy, especially when she said things like that - not only because it made him feel good, but because it made him feel loved, and that was all any man could ask for, in his opinion. As the light started to fade and they kept working on their meal, he glanced over at her basket with the cookies. "When we're done... if you want to break out those cookies, I have something that might go well with them. So I guess now is the time to make sure we leave room for dessert."

There was music that started from a band in a nearby gazebo which signaled the twenty minute mark until the fireworks show, they would play until the show started, the go silent until the end when they'd play the national anthem. She felt a bit of pride, sitting with a man in uniform, feeling proud of him as well. More than a few people had passed by them and given Leckie a nod or called out a word of thanks as they ate and she couldn't help but lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for protecting me."

He mentioned the cookies as the light faded, her eyes going to the basket as she nodded. "Oh, yeah." Of course, when he said he had something to go with them, she looked at him with a curious expression, taking a sip of her coke, finding it refreshing in the warm air around them. "What did you bring?" Not that she expected him to reveal the surprise until he wanted, it couldn't hurt to ask, of course.

He glanced over as the music started, but it was actually a nice touch, the way it drifted over to their little spot behind the tree. The park was starting to fill with more people, though most of them seemed to congregate near the band and their spot was still pretty private, which he couldn't say he didn't like. Every time someone nodded or thanked him, he couldn't help but smile a little - though it was a modest smile, a little pleased that people hadn't forgotten everything after the war had ended. Though of course the way Summer seemed to glow every time someone thanked him was something special, too - and he figured it out when she thanked him, herself - she was proud, and fuck, if that wasn't the best feeling in the world, her being proud of him. "I'd do it again," he murmured sincerely, tilting his head to catch her lips, though just for a soft, brief kiss. "But I sure hope it never comes to that again."

He grinned more earnestly as she looked at him curiously, wanting to know what he'd brought. But she was right - he wasn't going to pull it out until he had to, maybe ten or five minutes before the show, he was keeping an eye on his watch. "You'll just have to find out," he said in a singsong voice, though he added, "I promise you'll like it. Even if your cookies outshine just about anything." He sat there watching her for a moment, before he glanced in the direction of the band, even if he couldn't see them very well, and asked - "It might be only for a song... but would you like to dance?"

"I think once is enough," she said with a bit of a smile, leaning in to capture his lips for another kiss, nuzzling them for a moment. She was absolutely proud of him, it wasn't the glory of being with a war veteran but the glory of being with him, so humble a man, so wonderful a man that made her proud. And she was proud of her neighbors for recognizing him even if for only a moment. It was deserved. Because he'd given up something precious to keep them all safe, their lives, which was his memories of the lives he was protecting. "I'd rather you stay here with me, thank-you-very-much."

However when he didn't tell her what he was going to give her, she pouted at him, predictably. Though it faded when he asked her to dance and was quickly replaced by a rather large smile and a flush. "Yes, yes I would."

"Me too," he managed to get out before she nuzzled his lips for another kiss or two, and he wasn't about to stop her. He'd come home not feeling very heroic at all, feeling more than a little empty and not only because his memories were gone. He hadn't known what to do with himself, and Summer had been the one to help him find his way - and she'd been helping him to find his memories ever since, slow going though it was. "I'd like to second that, if I might," he said, when she said she wanted him to stay. "Here is pretty great, you know."

He moved to take her hand and pull her up next to him, though not before he'd moved their plates and the basket over to one edge of the sheet. "It's not exactly a dance floor, but... can't beat live music, right?" He grinned down at her, sliding one hand down to her waist as the one holding hers just moved so the position was a little more comfortable before he started them moving together in time to the music. The steps were small, not too energetic, just silly and happy and pleased to be outside dancing in the park with her, thinking he couldn't remember a time he'd been happier - and he was just fine with that.

"Here is just about the best place," she agreed, thinking that anywhere he was, anywhere her family was, would be the place she'd want to be, always. She loved him still and she'd have him with her always if she could. And when he offered his hand to help her up, she took it, once the plates were out of the way, the cokes properly stored so they wouldn't spill.

He pulled her a little closer, making her smile with his words and the silliness of dancing outdoors when no one else was. She felt self-conscious only for a moment before she moved easily with him, feeling lighter than air, her smile infectious and bright as her hand curled in his as the other rested on his shoulder. "I do like dancing."

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