"The doctor informed me that you would be able to go home tomorrow." Maks tells Meryl, sitting next to her bed
"Oh" Meryl sighed
Maks was startled at her response to say the least. He was expecting to be stomped over by a whole speech on how to be a decent fucking person, however, he wasn't going to complain. Maybe today changed. Maybe she finally changed her mind.
"Look, I know that you don't want to see me again right now, but I had to make sure you're okay. And I know that I haven't been very good at showing it, but you mean much more to me than you know... Give me one more chance to make it up to you. I'll do anything. Just let me work my way back up, I'll show you that I'm worthy of your trust. I can't let it end like this. I won't let it. I won't lose you again, Meryl."
Meryl turned her face away from him. At that point, she had no idea how to express herself, nor does she know what to say to him. He's caused her pain, misery, agony, and complete despair. Nevertheless, he gave her happiness more than anyone else has ever given her, and also made her believe in love.
"Say something... Please?" Maks says gently
"... Maks... I... Look at me... I'm vulnerably laying on this bed helplessly counting the hours wasted being stuck here, all because I was too weak to withstand a harsh fall..." Her voice started to crack, "I'm weak Maks... I'm weak and fragile... You've torn me apart; over and over again."
"I know, and I cannot put into words how much I regret hurting you and how deeply sorry I am. It wasn't fair to you and it never will be. I made you keep a promise, yet I still let myself become the foolish one."
"I don't hate you." Meryl whimpered, letting a tear drop down. Maks blinked for a moment, giving Meryl a confused look. "What?" he whispered
"I may not appreciate any of the actions that you took; or didn't take, but I certainly don't hate you. How could I? I've developed far too much affection to actually physically or mentally hate you. Besides... I still love you the same" Meryl slowly formed a smile
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we'd given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it's still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it's the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
- Mouthful of Forevers, Clementine Von Radics
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I'm officially at summer break, and I'm so excited to be writing more chapters! Hope you guys enjoyed this! Forgive me that it's a short chapter.
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Fanfiction"I'm jealous of your tattoos and how long they will stay with you after I go" - Clementine Von Radics