OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

[wrens]

prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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[befallen]

[ Esther shrugs and her answer makes it all seem so much more simpler than it actually had been at the time. ]

He chose me. I said yes. [ A beat as she gets her own glass of water, settling a hip against the counter. ] Somebody had to do it, right? I thought: better me than the next guy.

[majestyofthethrone]

[The silence seems more pressing, now.]

I wouldn't have said yes.