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.

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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.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to, huh?" She liked that idea, very much. Though a part of her wanted to keep the jacket for herself, to have some part of him always. It was a little silly but she couldn't help herself, she was still young and silly and in love.

Summer was hoping her father wouldn't send him off to the hospital, send him away when something so amazing had happened. She just hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be some bad thing, that it wouldn't hurt him int some way. His question made her pause, though she kept walking with him. "I mean, it always does with the other guys I've seen this happen to." Though that was more shell shock than it was amnesia of any sort.

"I guess we will." He liked the idea, too - it meant they'd stick together, that he would stick around and she would stand by him if they were going to pass the jacket back and forth. Of course, if he'd known her feelings, he would have been happy to simply give it to her and just 'borrow' it back if he ever went out in uniform again, though of course that would be mostly at her request anyway, given that he'd been honorably discharged after his memory loss.

And honestly, Bob was hoping he'd be able to stay the night, simply because he was sick and tired of hospitals when clearly there was nothing wrong with him, not anymore. He glanced down at Summer as she spoke, nodding a little, hoping she was right - but he knew his case was special, not exactly like the shell shock she and so many others had seen boys come back with. "I hope so. I feel a little overwhelmed, still... but I don't want to lose this." All of his memories, everything he'd shared with her - and everyone else in his life - was suddenly back, and it felt so precious, he didn't want to grasp too hard for fear of driving it away again. "I didn't even know how much I was missing."

She would stand by him no matter what, she already got through the hardest times already. At least, she hoped that they were over now, because as hard as having him far away and out of touch was, having him close and out of touch, just barely out of reach was rougher.

"You're alright, though, right?" She was worried this would be too much, that he might start feeling sick or woozy. Her arm slipped through his a little tighter, her eyes on his face as they rounded the block that they lived on. "I mean, do you feel sick or anything?"

He knew by now that Summer was amazing, loyal, and above all strong. She'd been strong for him while he was away, and strong for him while he was here and just beyond her reach the way she wanted him. And he was more than glad for both their sakes that he was back, whole, or at least well on his way to getting there.

"I feel all right, yeah," he confirmed, when she asked, feeling her arm tighten in his almost the same way his stomach tightened as they turned down their block. "I mean... I feel a little... like my head is very full," he chuckled dryly, "but other than that, fine. Nothing hurts. Nothing's off. Not physically." There was just a lot to get used to, mentally. "I just feel like... well, like the contents of an entire life have been shoved into my head. But it's not bad. Just strange."

"That's pretty much what happened," she said with a bit of a smile, since it was true. His life had suddenly come back to him, all at once, shoved into his mind. She was still worried for him but she knew that he was strong, that he was going to true the best he could to stay that way. And she'd be there for him like always. "I'm glad you're okay, though." They were coming onto her house, her fingers curling against his arm supportively, but she did stop them in front of her house.

"It's going to be okay, you know?" She leaned up to press her lips to his, arms wrapping around his neck for a moment to pull him down gently for a kiss, a slow and sweet one, hopefully one that would make him feel a little better. Or maybe distract him some.

Bob hummed in agreement - she was right, that was pretty much what had happened, and he had a feeling it was all going to take a while to sink in. But he hoped it would sink in, that all the memories that had cropped up as they'd walked through town would stay right where they were. And in fact, it had been almost completely disorienting to walk down their street, it was laden with so much information he hadn't even realized he was missing. But overwhelmed though he was, he had Summer beside him to keep him grounded, her fingers reminding him that he wasn't alone in this, wouldn't drown in the memories flooding his mind. All the same... he almost didn't dare glance back at his own house, he was afraid of just how much information that sight might unlock. He would save that for later, because he wanted to be all right, wanted to spend the night in a house tonight and not the hospital, if he could manage it.

He would have responded to those simple, sweet words - but they were followed by a simple, sweet kiss that he couldn't tear himself away from, not for a long, long time. He leaned close, just letting her presence comfort him, hoping his could do even a little of the same for her. "You know... I think it will be," he breathed against her lips, as the kiss finally tapered off. "Because we'll make sure it's okay, right?" He glanced up at the house, swallowing and glancing down at her. "But I guess we'd better get inside..."

"I know it will be, Leckie. You'll be okay," she said with utter faith in her voice because she knew it to be true and she needed it just as much. Her lips ached to kiss him more, to stay out here and just let themselves have this moment but it was late. And her father would need to check him out. "Yeah, we better." She gave him one last lingering kiss before she took his arm, looped hers through it and guided him towards the house.

Inside was Dr. Roberts who would consent to Leckie staying, would check him out and say that he seemed to be fine physically but that he'd need to go to the doctor first thing in the morning to see a neurologist and other doctors to make sure. And while Dr. Roberts spoke and looked over Leckie, Summer got the guest room ready, it was down the hall from her room and her father's, on the other side of the house, basically. She fixed the linens, fluffed the pillows. She came downstairs with a bit of a smile. "The room's ready for you, Bob." Dr. Robert's reached to shake Leckie's hand before giving them both a look before he excused himself to his own room.

The faith in her voice helped, more than anything - he wanted to live up to that faith, and her surety gave him surety of his own. If Summer believed in him, after all this... how could he do anything but be all right? He admittedly wanted to spend a few more minutes outside kissing her, or at least holding her close, but her father would be waiting and delaying the inevitable wouldn't really help.

In the end, he was relieved when Dr. Roberts pronounced him physically sound and fit enough to stay the night, provided he went to the hospital first thing in the morning, which was all right with him. Part of him wanted the confirmation and assurance of the doctors there that this would be all right (even if he wasn't sure they could give him that), but not tonight. He was more worn out than he wanted to let on, and he didn't want to go anywhere else when things seemed to be getting better, not worse. So when Summer came downstairs and said the guest room was ready for him, he nodded gratefully, shaking her father's hand with words of genuine thanks.

Of course, he saw the way the man looked at them before he headed for bed, as if to say that they'd better behave themselves. He had to hold in a sigh - he was a guest in their home, of course, and he'd better damn well behave himself - and moved to take Summer's hand, fingers tangling with hers gently. "Thanks for getting it ready for me," he murmured, figuring at least a short kiss (or few) goodnight might be okay, in a moment. "I guess we'd better get some sleep."

Of course, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to sleep at all, no matter how exhausted he felt.

Summer watched as her father headed up the stairs, distracted when Leckie reached for her hand, fingers threading with hers. Her eyes lifted to his face and she smiled at him. "My pleasure," she murmured softly, truthfully. She was glad to know he'd be here, under this roof and with a doctor in case something happened. And once she heard her father's door click shut, she moved to kiss Leckie, pressing her lips to his without hesitation.

Her fingers of her free hand moved to comb through his hair, lovingly before she murmured, "Yeah, we better. You have to be exhausted." She figured he'd fall fast asleep but she wasn't sure she'd be able to sleep one wink.

He smiled sincerely as she leaned up to kiss him, his lips easily molding to hers for a slow, soft kiss as his fingers tightened around hers gently, for just a moment. At her words, he nodded - he was exhausted, whether he felt like he could sleep or not, and even more importantly, he thought she might be, too. "I am... and I bet you must be, too. It's been quite a night for us both." More good than bad, thankfully, but that didn't mean they didn't need their rest. "I know where the guest room is, you don't have to walk me all the way there." Though he certainly wouldn't mind if she did.

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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 >>

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING.

8D GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE?

YES, YES THEY DO.

8Db

:DDD

8Db we can timeskip or whatever soon? OF COURSE I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW ;;

YES that's fine. I'll do it here. SLEEP WELL

And hooooome~ Still some work to do today but I think I should be around more 8D

yayyy!

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