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 was having the same feeling - any moment now he expected to wake up from the dream, he had never imagined the first time he did this with her would be like this. (And yes, memories or not, he'd imagined doing things with her, how could he not?) But all that mattered now was now, that smile on her face and those words she spoke, making him feel warmer, even more content and safe. "I love you, too... I love everything about you, I wish I could have given this to you sooner - and with less pain." Nevermind that she was the one who'd come in here, and that he probably would have waited forever for her to be ready. He had wanted this with her for a long time, but he'd forgotten, and she hadn't. "But I can give it to you as much as you want... or as little." He'd heard that some women weren't as into sex as men were, so maybe she wouldn't want this all the time, especially if it was painful at first (though he really did hope that wouldn't be the case, next time).

"I think the timing was just right, Leckie." It felt right, the moment, especially with his memories back, she knew the love behind it was even deeper than before. "I mean, I know we're supposed to wait until we're--" Married, but she didn't say that, she didn't want to make him feel pressured, not after such a night. "Well, longer but... I'm glad we didn't."

"As little?" she laughs, breathlessly, shaking her head as she leans up to kiss him once more. "I'm pretty sure even if it hurts a bit every time, I want this more than 'as little'." In the end it felt too good not to want to do it again. And she hoped that wasn't too bold to say aloud but she was finding herself feeling more comfortable with saying things like that with him even if she knew she was supposed to be more bashful or demure.

He couldn't agree more - he knew what she had been about to say, though she didn't say it, and it was true. They were supposed to wait, but he was glad they hadn't. Something about tonight had just felt... right. "I am, too. I mean... I would have waited, but you're not about to get any arguments out of me," he chuckled, but pressed a few soft kisses to her cheek and her temple, wanting her to know this wasn't just about feeling good, it was about so much more, with her.

And oh, how could he look anything but happy, at her next words? Who the hell cared if it wasn't bashful and demure, what she said was the best thing he'd ever heard, the way she wasn't afraid to tell him that, either. "Yeah? Really? Well - I mean, we can do it a lot." He paused, laughing sheepishly. "Or - well, you know. Not a little. But I don't think your dad is going to be okay with me asking to stay every night, so... " It might be a little hard to finagle a lot, just now. But he'd meant what he said - he meant to marry her, he wanted that with her, and as soon as he was able to get back on his feet, really back on his feet, and on his own (not that her uncle hadn't been the most hospitable of men), he wanted to ask her.

It was some sort of poetic thing she supposed. He'd gotten his old life back, remembered things once again, and this, this was something new, something that, it didn't matter if he remembered or not because they'd never done this before. She tried to think of a pretty way of putting it that way but she couldn't, so she just basked in his attention, smiling a gently.

"I could always come visit you at my uncle's," she put in quietly, her fingers stroking his face as she looked up at his face. It'd be easier to do this at her uncle's since her uncle tended to go on trips and she knew that he was just as a heavy sleeper as her father. Come Thanksgiving, they're both snoring on the couch first. "Plus every night... that might wear you out."

He supposed that if nothing else, they'd never been conventional, especially not with his amnesia getting in the way for the past few months. So it really didn't matter to him, whether this was 'normal' or not - he just wanted what was right for them, and the rest of the world could simply deal with it.

He laughed quietly, grinning widely as she suggested coming to visit him at her uncle's. "Oh... I think I might like that," he admitted; the man was a heavy sleeper, and he wasn't always home. It would work out pretty well, even if his bed there was a bit smaller than the Roberts' guest bed. "And I guess I should get some sleep sometimes," he conceded, "But if I had to lose sleep... you're the person I want to lose it to, beautiful." Speaking of sleep... now he felt like he might be able to get it, but he didn't want to suggest it yet - because he knew she'd have to go back to her room, and he was just too comfortable here, like this. He wanted to stay wrapped in this moment for as long as he possibly could, just to make sure tonight had really happened. "And we don't want your dad to get suspicious, either."

She knew that no matter where they did this, they couldn't spend the night together, probably not until they were married. Or if. It would be too tricky to maneuver it. But she could deal with not actually sleeping. Like now. Even though her body was starting to tell her she needed to rest, to sleep, she wanted to bask in this forever. And she imagined that tomorrow morning at breakfast would be one giant excuse to be blushing the whole time.

"Well, I hope you don't lose too much sleep," she teased softly. "And I don't think my father would get too suspicious. He thinks you're a good boy for the most part." She grinned at him, knowing that while he was a good man, what they just did wasn't his doing, she'd been the one to start it.

It would only be until they were married, if he had anything to say about it; but he knew the same, spending the night with her was out of the question, no matter how nice it would be to fall asleep with her tucked in his arms. Of course, he would certainly to his best to act completely normal tomorrow at breakfast, hard though it might be to keep his hands off of her. But he still needed to stay in her father's good graces, and he knew it, smiling wryly as she said her dad still thought he was a 'good boy.' "Little does he know..." he murmured, moving to kiss her playfully, softly. "But I mean to treat his daughter well. I promise." And that was most definitely the truth.

After this it would be hard for her to keep her hands off of him too, knowing what they could do. And she knew that she'd be blushing every time she though of tonight and of the way he sounded, felt, above her, below her. Her fingers combed through his hair as he kissed her playfully and spoke the same way. "Yeah, he'd be in for a big surprise." Of course, when he said he'd treat her well, she beamed up at him. "I know you will." She leaned up to kiss him deeply, her hand sliding down his back gently.

"I don't want to go back to my room."

That smile was so rewarding in and of itself, it made him feel warm all over, though the way her fingers slid down his back as her lips pressed to his sure didn't hurt. "I promise," he affirmed, though his smile did turn a little sheepish when she said exactly what he was thinking, that she didn't want to part. "I don't want you to, either... but I don't want to risk your dad waking up and finding out you're not there." Leckie always woke with the dawn, and he was tempted for a moment to suggest sending her back to her room then... but it was still a risk. He didn't know how early her father would get up, and there was always the chance he could get an emergency call in the middle of the night. "But I like right where you are, just now."

Her father wakes with the dawn as well, but it was true, he could get an emergency call or wake up and just go check on her. The risk was too great even if she wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like to fall asleep in his arms and wake up in them the next morning. It'd have to wait. "I know, I know," she said with a playful edge, brushing her lips against his. "Well, I like where I am too which is why I'd like to stay." But already it was late and she knew that he had a long day the next day. "I should let you sleep... Tomorrow is a big day."

He wanted to know what it was like, too, to wake up curled around her, feeling safe and warm and better than he had, well, ever. But it was too high a risk, he was willing to wait now so that they could do this again sometime in the future.

"I guess so... and you must be pretty tired, too." He brushed a few kisses of his own to her lips, still intent on drawing out the moment as long as absolutely possible. "Will you come with me tomorrow? I mean, I can't imagine it'll be exciting, but..." He could really use her support, though he hoped he wouldn't be poked and asked questions by doctors all day. But whatever the prognosis was, he wanted her there for it, if she could be. Thankfully it was a long weekend because of the holiday, and he didn't have to worry about calling off of work - besides, he'd be in the hospital, just getting checked up on instead of working.

At his request, her heart swelled some. She wanted to be there for him, there was no question but to have him ask... well, it reassured her to know they could do this together. "I was planning on going even if you didn't invite me," she replied cheekily, her lips pressing to his for another slow kiss. "So I'm glad you did. I want to be there for you however I can, Leckie. I love you too much not to be." And so far, she'd hopefully been a source of support to him.

"Well... thank you," he murmured, grinning and reaching up as best he could to touch her temple, glad that she wanted to come, that she would have come either way. He couldn't say he didn't want the support. "I love you for wanting to come, and for a whole lot of other things, too. And hopefully it won't take all day; maybe we could go out for lunch or dinner, too?"

"Dinner or lunch or both would be great." Her grin remained intact even as she put in, "If you're not too tired since I'd be pretty tired if I were you. I could always fix you dinner or something." If he wanted to stay in or didn't feel up to going out. She hoped that the prognosis would be good though. Her lips pressed to his a few more times. "I think we'll need to change the sheets and things before I go."

"Yeah? Maybe both, then." He grinned at the idea that she wanted to spend all day with him - he certainly wasn't averse, though he should probably at least talk to his parents, at some point, and let them know how things had gone - that he'd gotten his memory back at all. But they could wait, the person who was most important in his life was right here, with him, kissing him and he was happy to kiss her back, lost in that for a moment before she spoke again.

He blinked, realizing - "Oh - oh, I guess we should... let me help." Of course... that meant they'd have to get up, so after a moment or so during which he built up his resolution, he started to move, sitting up, holding out a hand to help her up, too, groaning quietly because it really was so very comfortably pressed against her. "Can we get these in the wash without raising any suspicion?" He supposed she could always take them back to her room, stash them in a closet until later.

Summer knew he had obligations to other people, that she wasn't his whole life, but she couldn't help but want to be selfish. It was hard not to be after what just happened, the huge step they'd taken in the right direction, she wanted to be with him all the time, kissing him, touching him, just being around him.

She let out a soft sigh when he pulled away but she knew that they needed to get going or get caught. She sat up with his help, her body feeling heavily and achey in the best way possible. Her hands moved to his face as they both sat up, her eyes meeting with his. "I can take them back to my room. I'll figure out what to do with them later." Luckily her father never paid attention to the linens much, let alone the linens of the guest room. She pressed another soft kiss to his lips before she made the move to slip out of bed, wobbly as hell. Still, she glanced back before seeing her robe tangled in the sheets and she pulled it free so she could slip it on. She was thankful that the guest room had it's own washroom attached so that even if her father heard them turn on the faucet, he'd just think it was Leckie. "I guess whatever towel you use... Well, I can take that too."

He gave her a soft, grateful smile just as she kissed him and moved to slip out of the bed, taking a moment to orient himself before he saw that his boxers had been discarded in a heap on the floor. He flashed her a sheepish grin and leaned down to snatch them up, feeling not necessarily self-conscious - how could he? - but definitely silly wandering around the room naked. He pulled on his shorts as Summer pulled on her robe, with one eye to her just to make sure she wasn't going to fall over - he could understand how she felt, his legs felt like they were made of jelly - and the rest of his body, too. He nodded as she said she'd takes the sheets and towel back, sliding off the bed himself to start gathering up the bedclothes and fold them into as neat a pile as he could manage for her to take back.

"Thanks for doing that." Once she saw that he was handling the sheets, she moved to the bathroom to wet two wash cloths and get more sheets out of the linen closet inside. She tucked the sheets beneath her elbow as she walked out of the rest room and offered him one of the damp wash cloths. She felt a little embarrassed about it all even as she set the clean sheets on the mattress and moved to turn a little so she could use her washcloth to clean up.

"No problem," he murmured, letting her head for fresh sheets - and washcloths, his face lighting up a bit at how thoughtful she was and taking the one she offered with a word of thanks. Of course, she turned away a little and he had no problem giving her a bit of privacy, doing the same and running the damp, cool cloth over his forehead and most of his body before tugging at his shorts a little so he could clean the rest of himself up. He sort of thought he might just sleep without the shorts for the rest of the night... at least he knew he wouldn't likely have any visitors, even if that hadn't exactly been his thinking the first time around. But his body was still warm, and he would welcome the chance to cool off.

He waited a good long while before glancing back over his shoulder to make sure she'd had time to clean off, folding the cloth up so the outside was cleaner than the inside and setting it on top of the sheets. "Thank you, for taking these. I'd walk you back to your room, but I suppose that'd just be asking for trouble."

After she got herself mostly cleaned off, at least enough to get down the hall to her own room. So once he turned around and spoke, she was closing her robe up and turning to face him, moving to put her cloth on the pile of things to be cleaned. "You're welcome," she said with a bit of smile, moving towards him now that their hands were empty and she wrapped her arms around him, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you so much. I wish you could walk me to my room."

He grinned down at her as her arms came around him, reaching up to touch the hair at her temple as his other hand wrapped around her back, too, holding her close as she leaned up to kiss him and he leaned down to meet her halfway. "Me, too... but I guess I'll just have to kiss you goodnight here. But that doesn't mean I love you any less, gorgeous. Tonight was..." He laughed a little, it had been so many things, and he knew she knew that. "Well... I wouldn't trade it for anything." The bad and the good - but it had been mostly good, really good, and he felt like they were at the beginning of something big, and he couldn't wait.

She wasn't sure how gorgeous she was, all flushed with messy hair but she knew that no matter what, she loved the man whose arms she was in. And he seemed to think she was gorgeous. "Tonight definitely was..." She gave a dramatic pause to mock his, grinning up at him as blissful as can be. "You're right." Her hand slipped up his chest to rest on his neck, thumb tracing along his jaw. "Want me to help you with the sheets before I go?"

Oh, she was beyond gorgeous, he couldn't have imagined her looking more appealing than she was right now, whether she knew it or not. Of course, he laughed as she mocked him and his loss for words, though she ought to know that to put him at a loss for words meant it was really something. And it had been.

He hummed quietly as her fingers slipped up his bare chest to touch his neck, his face, marveling at how familiar the gesture felt when he had only experienced it for the first time less than an hour ago. When he shook his head, it was just barely; he didn't want to dislodge her fingers. "No, that's all right. I can get it. You head back and get some sleep, I'm going to do the same."

Somehow, despite having only been anywhere close like this with him for the first time about an hour ago, it felt like they'd been doing this forever. Maybe it was because she dreamed of these moments, moments where they were close and things were tender. She smiled at him, nodding when he refused her offer to help. "Okay," she whispered softly, leaning up to press her lips to his, whispering just before-- "Goodnight."

The hand at her cheek slipped around to cradle her head, gently, as she kissed him, humming against her lips though he would have to wait to say a proper goodbye until after their lips had parted. He wished she didn't have to go back to her room for what was probably the hundredth time, but it didn't change a thing, and he knew it wouldn't.

"Goodnight, Summer," he murmured, smiling down at her when he finally leaned back enough to break the kiss. "I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart."

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