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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He nodded, smiling as best he could - which grew a little softer as she said he could stay at her house, that he shouldn't be going anywhere alone, even home to her uncle's. "We'd better call your uncle, or he might start some horrible gossip," he tried to jest, but he nodded at her demands. "But... I would appreciate it, if you and your father would let me stay. Just tonight. I'm sure I'll be better in the morning." Maybe his mind would have settled, maybe he'd just be used to the feeling of a whole lifetime of memories where before there had been none. Either way, he knew why Summer was insisting he stay, and he was happy to oblige her.

Though his smile grew sheepish a moment later and she berated him for even worrying about how she'd felt. "I hope not," he admitted, because Rutherford was a big town... but not that big. People talked. And if they started talking about how Summer was dating someone who'd lost his mind in the war... it could do a lot of damage. He didn't want that for her - or for him, no, he wanted to really think about getting his job back at the paper, now that he could properly remember it. And he nodded when she said it was a good thing, what had happened. "I guess I just thought it would be a little... slower. Or calmer, at least," he murmured, glancing up at her, moving his fingers to touch her hair now, just a soft, sweet gesture. "Not all at once during a fireworks show. I wanted to enjoy that with you. I've been looking forward to it all week."

"We'll call him and we'll take care of you." Because that was what she always wanted to do, take care of him, be there for him. Whatever this meant, she'd be there every step of the way if he'd let her. "Of course, you can stay. I won't take no for an answer." And that was the truth, she'd tie him to the bed if she had to but luckily he was agreeable to it.

She cared what people said about her, about them. There had been whispers around time after he got back with no memories, how Summer was fool to stay with him or how she was a saint. But Summer was neither of those, she was a girl in love with a boy who needed her support. It wasn't saint-worthy nor was it foolish. It was natural and right. But she hoped they didn't talk for his sake, for his pride because no amount of gossip could make her want someone else. "Me too, honestly. I just thought that you'd get bits and pieces for the rest of your life." Not a big explosion of memories. She worried that it might do some harm but she bit back her concern in place of joy and a soft smile at his words. "It's okay. You make me see fireworks every time we kiss so..."

He nodded - as much as he wanted to be self-sufficient, as much as he wanted to be the rock that supported her... he was sort of glad to hear her reassurances, that she'd take care of him, that he would be all right. Maybe it was just something everyone needed to hear, sometimes - either way, she wouldn't have to work too hard to get him to stay tonight. Not with how he felt; he knew they should get up soon, it sounded like the park had emptied out and even the walk back to her house felt like it was going to be a challenge.

But he wanted a few more minutes alone with her, just watching her in the dim light, glad that the park did sound emptier now, that no one had stopped to ask if he was all right. (Then again, did you really involve yourself with a crazy man? At least no one had tried to rescue Summer from him.) He knew some people hadn't liked the way she'd stayed with him even when he had come home knowing nothing about the life he'd left behind, but she'd had none of it - and she hadn't let him think much about it, either, insisting it wasn't important. Still, talk could be harmful, so he just hoped to do his best to act... well, normal, and make sure everyone knew he was better - and going to stay that way.

Still, he didn't know what it meant, getting it all back like this - or maybe it wasn't all of it, but it was an awful lot, and he had a feeling that now that the floodgates had been blasted open, anything else would be quicker to return, rather than slower. "Probably would have been less of a headache," he murmured, because he knew she was worried and he hated doing that to her, though he also knew nothing in the world would make her stop. And really... that was okay with him, as long as he could alleviate that worry eventually. Of course, at those words - "Oh, Summer - I think that's the best thing anyone's ever said to me," he grinned, fingers sliding down to touch the back of her neck, gently. "And now I can remember a lot of nice things, so that's really saying something."

Summer wanted more time with him alone too. And the walk seemed daunting to her as well, however she was worried that her father would worry if she stayed out too late but for now they were alright, she had mentioned they may stop for ice cream or something on the way home. Now that seemed so unimportant, not when she had the man she loved before her, almost completely with his memories once more. And sure, the way he got them was not how she wanted it but she cannot help but feel grateful and happy that he was back. Never crazy, just a little fractured, nothing that she couldn't handle or love. No one was perfect, least of all her with her temper and impatience and materialism from time to time. Let the jerks talk, she loved this man and he loved her, no matter the circumstances.

"Maybe I'm selfish but... I can't help but feel happy about. Not about the way it happened but... that it did," she admitted softly, her head lowering for a moment before he spoke again, touching her neck. Her eyes lifted to meet with his, a tender smile on her lips. "I'm only paying you back for all the best things you've ever written to me, said to me, etc." She pressed her lips to his, uncaring if anyone should walk by and think it a little scandalous. She wanted to kiss him, to reassure him, to love him because now she could, freely.

He knew they couldn't ignore the rest of the world forever - her father would worry - and he had pulled himself through worse than this. But another moment of respite, if he could have it... would be invaluable. He needed just a little longer to process, just a little longer with Summer here to reassure himself of his sanity, of her love, that nothing had been lost, only gained.

He shook his head, though, unable to stop smiling at her words. "No - I mean, I am, too. I guess... getting it all back slowly would have been easier, but... this is better. This is good. RIght?" He didn't have to wait to be the man she wanted - he was him, he could do that now - or, at least, very soon, because he might need a little time to settle, to recuperate a little more first. But like Summer had said before, he was here, and now he was whole, and what that meant for the future could only be good. But that was only about as far as his thoughts got before she moved to kiss him, and he might have said something else about how she didn't need to pay him back but he was too busy kissing her back, losing himself in that feeling, that gesture, because it was so warm and comforting and familiar not only from the distant past, but the recent past too, and the joy, the relief he could feel in her kiss was undeniable. And he'd been waiting to feel that for months.

But of course, it prompted him to say something horribly unorthodox, but suddenly the words were spilling out of his mouth, fueled by a desire he remembered feeling for years now, coupled with a new, parallel desire that he'd felt for months. "I love you, Summer - I've fallen hard for you, twice, and I have to wait to ask you, I can't do it right now, but I promise you... someday soon I am going to ask you to be my wife, and I hope you'll consider saying yes."

He remembered, now, almost writing something very much like that in a letter, once, when they'd told them that Peleliu would be fast and easy to take, that it would make a big difference, send the Japs running and how. But he never had, and then his memory of it had been gone, but now it was back and it seemed too important to ignore.

She wasn't going to rush him, not yet. They had time, they had time for him to collect himself. And for her to do the same, she was a little shaken herself even if it didn't show. She was processing, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Leckie was back, that her heartache no longer had to be there. And she was happy to be there to reassure him because it in turn reassured her.

"Of course it's good," she said. It was everything she wanted. But she wouldn't say that aloud because even if this was exactly what she craved, having him back to normal, she would've loved him just the same a without his memories. And she didn't want him to doubt that, not ever. And either way, he had loved her, that was all that mattered. The kiss shared between them reflected that, it was full of love and relief and just pure bliss. She couldn't help but feel that way, perhaps it was selfish but she didn't care right then.

Though when he broke the kiss and spoke again, the air was sucked out of her lungs for another reason, his beautiful, perfect words left her breathless for a moment. But not speechless. He wanted to marry her! He wanted to do exactly what she'd been dreaming of and this was as good as any proposal, maybe even better. Her arms flew around him and she almost tackled him with the force of her joy, pressing frantic kisses to his lips as his words echoed in her ears. I've fallen hard for you. Oh, Robert Leckie, Summer Roberts had fallen hard for you too, just once and it never, ever went away. In fact, she only fell deeper. Her hands slid to his face to hold, pulling him in for a slow kiss before she whispered-- "Of course, I'll marry you. I'll say yes because it's what I've been dreaming of all my life. I'll never ever love anyone more than I love you."

He wanted to make sure she was all right, too - he didn't want to get so wrapped up in how he felt that he neglected her, how this had been for her and how scary it had seemed, he was sure. Maybe it had been easier to be the one having the panic attack, she'd had to watch him lose control without having any idea of what was happening, and he couldn't imagine much that was scarier. He wanted to reassure her, too, in any way he could, and the stronger he got, mentally, the more he wanted to be there for her, show her she didn't have to be strong alone because her strength made him strong.

And that was part of the reason, he knew now, that he'd wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Knowing she was waiting for him back home, hoping for him, had given him the strength and the desire to make it out of there and get back to her. And he'd wanted to promise her something better, that when he got home they could have that life together, but he'd been hesitant to write those words, feeling like they might backfire in some cosmic comedy that would end up with them shipping him home in a wooden box. But now he could ask her, now it was safe, and because now he knew that when he did, she would say yes. Maybe he'd never been worried that she wouldn't, but just hearing those words from her started a glow of warmth inside of him that did what nothing else yet that night had - calmed his shaking hands, steadied his heartbeat, made him lose himself in her lips and nothing else until he was gasping for air because of that kiss and nothing else. "Neither will I, I think we've proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt," he said softly, stroking her hair, just looking at her face, at how happy she looked, thinking this is it, this is the life I wanted back. "And it will never change. I need you, Summer. And I want to be there for you, when you need someone."

He'd been through much more than her, he'd been through something much more intense and scary than she could ever experience in her life time. But she'd felt helpless too, lost and scared, unable to help him much beyond help him ride it out. And she hoped it never happened again. She'd make sure of that with a no fireworks policy from now on, she decided that firmly.

She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, she had from the moment she realized she was in love with him. And she had written a letter saying as much, one that bounced back, just before he came home. It wasn't uncommon for the letters to return sometimes, she'd meant to resend it, to tell him, no matter how bold it might seem, that she wanted him and only him for the rest of her life. And now there was no doubt that she'd do it, that she'd say yes to him the day he asked her. "I need you," she managed to choke out against his lips, feeling the depth of that statement now more than ever. She'd been so close to losing him, for a while she thought she had. And when he came back and didn't know who she was, it shattered her heart. It was being mended, slowly. But tonight, it was as if all the pieces came flying back together in an instant.

"Then I'm not going anywhere, ever again," he promised her - and he wouldn't, he didn't care if another war broke out, he wouldn't volunteer, he'd stay right here, do something else to help. But he hoped to God that this war - that any more wars, too - was over, would never return, that they could be done with it forever. Because he knew now the life he'd wanted to come back to, and he planned to make it his, to make it hers, too - to give her everything she wanted. "And anything else you need... I want to give that to you, too. I have for a very long time." Because as he'd gotten to know her better, as they'd tried being together even when he couldn't remember... he'd found that all he ever wanted was to make her smile, to make her happy, keep her safe. That was just never going to change, and that was perfectly all right.

"I have it, right now. I have what I need." Her hands moved to his shoulders, thumbs brushing over the fabric of his jacket as she looked at him earnestly. "I need to you. And now I have you back. I don't want anything else but you." And she meant that with all her heart and soul, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned forward to kiss him.

He hummed a little, something that sounded like, "Okay," though his lips were quite happily occupied brushing over hers. Because all of it was just fine with him - he wanted to be what she wanted, what she needed, and he planned to make sure that he was. His hands finally slid down her ams a little, then her sides, resting gently at her waist, sliding around to the small of her back as he held her close. "You've got me, Summer Roberts - I promise you that."

He wanted to keep kissing her like this forever, but he knew he couldn't - it was long after the fireworks had ended now, and he knew that her father wouldn't wait for them forever. "We should think about packing ourselves up," he murmured, more than a little reluctantly, into the space between one of their slow kisses. "I feel a lot better now, thanks to you."

You've got me, Summer Roberts - I promise you that.

Those words made her heart swell up ten sizes bigger than it should. He held her close, his hands touching her in ways that made her shiver just a little, though she wasn't sure why. It just felt good. Her hands smooth down his chest, tracing the lines of his jacket and the lapels as well. "And you've got me."

Of course, when he suggested that they should get going, she knew he was right. "Daddy's probably going to send a search party out eventually," she replied as she nodded with a smile, moving to kiss him again. "Good, that's what I was aiming for."

He wasn't even thinking about how he was touching her - not really, just that he wanted to feel her under his fingertips, warm and real and solid and everything he wanted, and he never wanted to let her go. And he found himself leaning eagerly into her touch, into the way her hands slid over his chest, smiling so broadly it felt like his face might crack when she said those same words back to him, that he had her - because really, she was all he wanted. The rest of his life could fall - had fallen - to pieces, but as long as he had her... things would be all right.

"That would be... awkward," he agreed, teasing as she said her dad might send out a search party. But oh, he drew out that kiss as long as he could, nodding a little against her lips when she said that him feeling better was what she wanted. "I hope you do, too... even if the fireworks show was a bit of a loss." He smiled at her, though, stealing one or two more kisses before he started looking for things to gather up, cleaning up their little picnic so they could get themselves on their way. At least his wish had come true - "I think we're the last ones left here." Except maybe for the band, still breaking things down, but they were off in the gazebo in the distance, not going to pay them any mind.

Things would be alright. She kept telling herself that the past few months but now she believed it. There was more hope than ever on the horizon and she couldn't wait for their lives to truly continue on. To progress faster than ever. Smiling as he smiled, she leaned in to press her forehead to his for a moment before laughing at his next words. "Yeah, it would."

And after that kiss, or two or three, she moved to to stand up with him, to help clean up their picnic, finishing her coke before tucking the bottle back in the basket. "I hope you can save the champagne for tomorrow. Or maybe once we get home. I bet Daddy would drink it with us."

Things might still be a little slow to start - he had a feeling he couldn't just pick things back up, and besides, he liked her uncle, liked living with him all right, and his job at the hospital was all right too, even if he planned to leave it for the paper eventually. But he had learned, these past months, that working his way up to something like that would be infinitely better than rushing into it, so all he could do was keep getting better - but he knew now that it would happen, and much, much faster than before. For now, that was more than good enough.

He glanced over at her as she mentioned the champagne; he found it tucked over by the basket at the edge of the sheet, still partly full, and nodded. "Sure, we can take it back with us. I'd be happy to share it with your dad - maybe as payment for letting me spend the night." He smiled, moving to put the rest of their picnic back into the basket and tuck the champagne bottle in so it wouldn't spill, setting the basket aside to gather and fold up the sheet they'd been sitting on. He hoped her father really wouldn't mind - though he knew Summer would argue until he'd agreed if that's what it took - because what he really wanted was a shower and a warm bed and getting that with Summer down the hall... somehow felt even more comforting. "I think that's the last of it," he said, looking over their little spot to make sure they hadn't left anything, before he picked up the basket in one hand and offered her his other arm.

Summer wouldn't rush him, like she never had, but she was impatient for the future, for their future now that it seemed so close and so bright. She'd try her best not to be too impatient about it all.

"I think we have some else to celebrate anyways. Though he might say it's a bad idea for you to drink after everything." She smiled as she started to gather up the sheet with him. She had no doubts her father would agree to let him stay because Summer usually got her way, that was for sure. "Okay," she said softly, picking up her own little basket before taking his arm. "Let's go."

And he would try not to keep them from that future for too long - because she wasn't the only one who was impatient about it, that was for sure.

"Aw, I don't think a little sip of champagne'll hurt," he murmured, because really, how could it? "Hopefully he'll see reason... but if not, it's all his, I'll owe him, anyway." He murmured his thanks as she helped with the sheet, letting her get her things before he nodded and started to lead them out of the park. He did still feel a little shaky on his feet, but he took a couple of breaths, telling himself he was just a little rattled, that he was perfectly fine. Having Summer next to him helped, he could feel her right there as they walked through the grass, back around the tree and toward the street - and the streetlights, which made him feel better, too. "I guess this means the Fourth of July will always be pretty memorable," he murmured, trying to keep things light as they got to the sidewalk.

"Maybe, maybe not," she teased at him, letting them start walking towards the main sidewalk that would lead back to her house. Of course, she would go as slow or as fast as he needed, supporting him as best she could. "Yes, I guess it will be, huh?" She offered him a smile before bumping his side with her own. "You're doing great, you know. With all of this. I mean, a lot better than I would be." She moved a little closer to him because while it wasn't cold by any means, the night breeze was enough to make her a little chilled in such a small dress.

He went a little slower than they'd walked coming here, but with every step he grew a little more sure, a little more relaxed. Of course, when she said he was doing great, he glanced down at her, unable to keep from smiling softly. "Oh... I don't know that I'm doing all that great... but I know I'd be a lot worse off without you to take care of me. This whole time, I really mean it. You are the most important part of me getting better, fast or slow." If he'd been alone under those fireworks tonight... he'd probably still be curled in a ball on the grass, unable to process what was happening.

When she moved a bit closer, he glanced down again, moving to sling his arm carefully around her shoulders instead. "Not too cold, are you?" He'd happily turn over his jacket, it was a little cooler than he remembered July being, though the funny thing was that he always felt a little more easily chilled, now that he wasn't in the tropics anymore.

"Well, you know what I mean," she corrected herself quietly. She didn't want to assume anything of course, but she also couldn't help but feel useful when he said how tremendous of a help she had been for him. She smiled softly at him. "I just wanted to help, to be there. I still do, however I can." She didn't feel like she'd done much but she knew that if she were hurting or scared or anything, just having him around would help. They had each other and have for a while now.

"Just a little breeze. I'm okay," she murmured softly, staying close and smiling a little as his arm slung over her shoulder like it did. "I can manage until we get home."

"I know," he assured her just as quietly, giving her shoulder a gently squeeze. "But still... thank you. For everything." He had to tell her, at least once, though he knew she would have done it without thanks, just like he would have done for her had their positions been reversed. They'd both had it hard, but they'd leaned on each other, and they were going to make it through this. Already he felt lighter just thinking that maybe the hardest part was really over.

Of course, his mind definitely came to rest in the present when she said she'd manage - he shook his head, doing a bit of an elaborate contortion-like dance but managed to get his jacket off without stopping walking or setting the basket down. He moved to drape it over her shoulders, saying with a teasing smile, "Managing is not acceptable. I want you to be absolutely perfect."

"You're welcome," she let him thank her because she knew that he meant it and she wouldn't belittle his thanks by turning it down. She wanted to help him however she could, thanks or no thanks.

Her cheeks colored as he put his jacket over her shoulders; it was such a small but romantic gesture. His uniform jacket was far more impressive than a letter jacket, that was for sure and it felt warm. She offered him the biggest smile as she looked up at him. "Thank you. I'm perfect now." Because it was just another way to show off that she was his girl and he was her fella.

Maybe he didn't need to thank her... but he felt like he did. Like those were the only words he could say, the only way he could express just how much what she'd done - what she was doing - meant to him. Most of the time, those words didn't even feel like enough, but they were really all he had, and he hoped she could accept them.

Then again, just about everything seemed right when she colored like that as he moved to drape his jacket around her shoulders - and she wasn't the only one thinking it was sort of a nice way to tell the world, We're together and thrilled about it. Because that was sure the truth. "You're welcome - you look pretty perfect, too, I have to say," he couldn't help but admit, grinning down at her. "I think it looks much better on you than it does on me."

No thanks needed, yes, but honestly, having him look at her like that, with the love in his eyes, adoration as he commented on the way she looked, it was thanks enough. She returned that grin, her eyes sparkling in the night. "Thank you, but I think you look much better in it than me. But I like wearing it."

She kept close to him as they walked, knowing that as soon as they got home, things would be a little hectic. She knew her father would want to check Bob out, get his medical bag out and make sure he was alright. They'd need to call her uncle and she'd go setup the guest bedroom for him as that all went on. And she knew she'd have butterflies in her stomach the whole time, like she did now, knowing that Leckie loved her memories or not, but he had his memories and everything would be okay.

"Hm... well, if we both think the other looks better in it, I guess we'll just have to keep trading it back and forth," he murmured with a smile down at her, loving the look on her face, how he'd been able to put it there, even if he hadn't exactly had any control over how he'd done it.

But he was happy to take things slow getting home - he wasn't sure how her father would react, if he'd be able to stay the night or shipped off to the hospital for tests. He felt fine - okay, a little shaken up, and a little disoriented, but not sick, and he wasn't a danger, he couldn't be. He was just... himself, someone he'd been looking for for a long time, now. And having Summer on his side was nothing if not reassuring. "You think this'll stick? I mean... there's no reason it won't, right?" Now that he thought about it... the possibility of forgetting again terrified him.

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oh god tl;dr D:

but I love it

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/finally gets back to this

And I swear I haven't forgotten it ;; I AM TEMPTED to log that night and have room-sneaking-into >>