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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"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."

He hummed his agreement - here really wasn't so bad, even filled with memories he couldn't quite grasp. He still thought that his best chance of getting them back was to stay here, and he sure as hell wasn't going anywhere without Summer.

Maybe they were the only ones dancing, but he didn't care - and he was glad she didn't seem to, either. "I'm glad," he murmured, "because it's a lot of fun with you." They'd gone dancing a couple of times, on dates, and while he wasn't exactly the best dancer in the world (not only because he hadn't known the steps at first), his body had seemed to remember most of the movements and he got markedly better with time. And Summer had been patient, not laughing at him too much. "I hope I've improved enough not to embarrass you."

"You're a fast learner," she said with a bit of a smile, though she was focused on staying close to him. They'd gone dancing a few times but for some reason, right now, it felt more important than ever. It was romantic, the way the sky was getting darker, the music was soft and wafting through the air as she stayed close to him. She leaned up to press her lips to his for a soft kiss, resisting the urge to whisper those words to him because it felt like the perfect moment to do so. "This is the perfect kind of fun."

"Well, I had a lot of motivation, too," he grinned, because it was true - he wanted to dance with her, and he couldn't do that if he was terrible at it. He was just glad he'd been able to pick it back up so quickly, especially because he agreed with her, even if neither of them knew it - things felt right right now, the light and the music and the way it felt like they were the only people in the park. When she leaned up to kiss him, he met her halfway, lips brushing over hers. He wanted to tell her how he felt, that he loved her, but he still wasn't sure it was a good idea. Maybe he could tell her later - at the end of the night. Then he couldn't ruin anything, just in case she was angry or disappointed or... anything other than how he wanted her to be, which was happy.

"It is," he finally agreed, just watching her as they moved slowly. "This is about as far from all that," meaning the war, "as a person can get... and I think that's what it's meant to be. Why we celebrate it." Because, after all, they'd won their independence as a nation after a long, hard war. This was to celebrate not only freedom, but the end of all that.

She blushed when he implied that she was his motivation to get better at dancing. He wasn't so bad, actually, but he'd improved quite a bit and now she was enjoying herself with him. She kissed him back, slowly, even if he was trying to keep it light because she felt happy enough to do so.

"I'm glad you're here to celebrate, that you get to be with me. I'm proud of you, Leckie." She moved to lay her cheek on his chest, eyes closing with a content sigh. "I hope you get the reward you want. So much."

He didn't mind that slow kiss of hers - maybe it wasn't light and playful, but that was all right. He couldn't help but smile, broadly, at her words, moving the hand on her waist up to the small of her back, just holding her close as he glanced down at the top of her head, moving them a little more slowly now that she was pressed close against him. "I hope I do, too," he murmured softly, biting his tongue - literally - before he simply couldn't keep from saying what he wanted to any longer. "Summer.. I want you. I want that to be you, even if we still have a ways to go. I don't care whether this is old or new or something in between... but I love you." His fingers curled gently against her back, but he loosened his grip just a little to let her know if she wanted to move, pull back or - he hoped not - pull away, she could.

It was one of those moments that could never, ever be more perfect. It was one of those moments were time stood still and she was sure that she never wanted to escape it. She listened to what he started to say with a simple smile, though it grew a little wider when he said he wanted her, implying that she was the reward he wanted. But when she heard him say those three words for the first time...

Well, it felt like her heart might burst out of her chest. Immediately, she pulled back to look at him, her eyes searching his to make sure he said it, to make sure this was real. And it was clear that he had, she smiled so brightly, there was no way for any damn fireworks to compete. She took in a breath before she flung her arms around him and dragged him down for a series of happy kisses as she laughed in between each one. "Oh, you really mean it?"

Honestly, it was one of the moments he'd been most nervous since coming back, simply because he didn't know if she'd believe him - or if she'd want to believe him. But admittedly, that nerve-wracking moment was blissfully short, because only a few seconds after she'd stopped and pulled back, she smiled the most dazzling smile he'd perhaps ever seen. He had to laugh with relief - and joy - as she reached up and practically pulled him over trying to get her lips to hers (so he got with the program and found both hands at her waist as he leaned over to make it easier to kiss). "Of course - I really mean it, Summer. I meant every word I said, I promise. I just want you to believe it."

"Of course I believe it," she said in between kisses, smiling against his lips some more. If he hadn't mean it, if he felt obligated to say he loved her because she loved him... well, she figured he'd have said it a while ago. And the pure nervousness in in his eyes told her that he truly meant it. "I love you too. But you know that."

If he'd been nervous before, he was absolutely nothing but relieved and overjoyed now. "Well, that's all that matters to me," he said - he wanted her to believe him, for those words to be what she wanted to hear even though he couldn't remember everything. He could remember enough, and even if he'd never gotten that far, the fact that she did love him, had supported him this entire time without complaint... that spoke volumes. "Maybe I do, but... I like hearing it. Even if you've told me a hundred little ways, every day I've been back." He moved to touch her hair, her temple, looking at her face, feeling like he could never stop smiling. "You are the reason I've gotten this far. Never, ever think otherwise. You are an amazing person."

She knew she needed to stop kissing him like that because people were sure to start staring so she pulled back a little so he could talk. She listened with a bright smile, cheeks rosy as ever. "I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll say it as many times as you want because I've been bottling that up for months now. And you're the reason you got this far. You're strong. I've just been here to help."

He really didn't care if people stared, though he knew she might, so when she pulled back he didn't necessarily try to follow her lips with his. But that didn't mean his smile faded at all - no, if anything it got wider, as his fingers stayed right at her temple, thumb stroking the soft skin there, feeling like he wanted to just freeze this moment forever, how good it felt, how right. "I might never get sick of it... though I'll tell you the same thing just as many times." He had a feeling she needed to hear it more than he did, and he had no problem telling her those words, over and over. And when she said he was strong, his smile turned a little softer, and he said, "Maybe... but you're the reason I want to be strong." It would have been so easy to give up, to move away, to start over... but she had made that impossible for him to even imagine. So the only way was forward, and that had been how they got to where they were, in this park, in this moment. "You've done a lot more than help. And I love you for that, too."

She didn't care either but she knew her father wouldn't be quite so happy to hear that she was making some amorous display in the middle of town, unmarried with a man in uniform. People talked and with her father being who he was, she knew that would only be trouble. But oh, it was so hard to contain her excitement, her joy at hearing those words yet again come from his lips. "Just say it again?" Because he was right in thinking she needed to hear possibly more often than he did, just to make sure it was true, that this wasn't some dream. Her hands moved to his jacket, fingers curling against the fabric as she smiled at him. "You're the reason I am strong."

He was happy to comply with her request, leaning down for one more soft kiss - though a slightly more publicly-acceptable one, just a chaste pressing of lips - before he murmured, "I love you, Summer Roberts. I love you very much." And he hoped to tell her that more than once again before the night was over.

Of course, what he really liked was the way her fingers slid over his jacket, the way she was still smiling up at him, even if they'd both mentally resolved to be good, as it were. "We make each other strong, then," he decided. "That's why people need other people. It's hard to do anything alone."

She was happy to return that kiss, letting it linger a little though she let him keep it chaste. Her thumbs brushed over the lapels of his jacket, her smile widening so much it almost hurt as he said those words to her just as she asked him to. "Thank you. And I love you too."

"It's not impossible but it makes it so much nicer for us to do it together. To do life. And you getting your life back."

"And I love hearing it," he murmured earnestly, resting his forehead against hers (because that couldn't be too unseemly in public, right?). And he nodded a bit when she said going it alone wasn't impossible - but she was right, it was so much easier with someone at your side. Especially someone who loved you like she loved him, and he wanted to be that for her, badly.

"Which means you getting yours back - I hope," he said softly, because while he wasn't vain enough to think that her life revolved around his - and it shouldn't - he knew by now (or had at least guessed) that she had been waiting a long time to start a life together with someone - and that someone was him. And he wanted the same thing, he wanted to pick up his life - because it had seemed pretty good - and move on, start a new one, together with her. "The faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting." But he wanted to be done waiting, and he was sure she did, too.

Edited 2012-05-11 23:19 (UTC)

Vain or not. Her life did revolve around him. He was the sun to her earth. And she found herself feeling lost without him. It wasn't that she couldn't be without him, she just simply didn't want to be without him. Not if she had a choice. His words warmed her even if she didn't feel chilly. And it lifted her spirits even though she wasn't sad or downtrodden. She exhaled softly as he spoke poetry to her and she couldn't help but love him more for it. "Yeah, I think I have to agree with that. And you, you are my life, Leckie. I want you to be my life."

Even if she'd already looked happy, the way she just lit up made him forget that it was actually getting dark around them for a moment. He knew he'd been right in saying something, in not waiting anymore, and the way she looked was worth every bit of nervousness, every bit of hemming and hawing over whether to tell her, when to tell her.

"Well... then I'll see what I can do. Even if it takes a little while, okay?" Which, really, was an unspoken promise not to leave, to make sure she was a part of his life - to make sure he was a part of her life. It might take a while, he was just now getting back on his feet - but he was getting there, and he wanted her to know exactly where he'd be when he finally got there. Or finally got as far as he could go, because the doctors had told him he may never get everything back, and he sure wouldn't make her wait forever. But he did want to make sure he could support her - them - before he promised her anything more, or it simply wasn't fair. And if there was a chance that his memory may come back fully... he wanted to give that a little more time.

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dw ate my tag and i don't have Lazarus at work /sob

onoes! D: And of course I passed out and now I have to get going soon ;;

<333 I went to the Avengers and have once again confirmed you play the best Cpt.

Aww, thank you ^///^

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