Do Something

Do Something {part 1}

It was already crumbling apart and their relationship was gonna end. It was inevitable. Did she want it to end so quickly?

No.

But, did she know it was going to?

No.

They haven't been talking as much. Not like they used to, not like their first day. Their first day was full of weird conversation, of owl lungs and turtles and twins. Nothing like it was now, nothing like she had ever imagined. It was great, a whole day of nothing but him.

She knew she liked him, because when she knew he said something that could be contradicted, she let it go and agreed and moved on to the next topic. She seldom did that. Only for people she actually wanted to talk to. Their conversations were weird, to say the least. They didn't talk like normal people, and she knew that. She liked that about it, it was something only they would know about, a whole day full of newly created inside jokes.

Now, it was forced conversation. Not very interesting, not very unique, nothing special like it was before. That was the starting point, the one crack dripping quickly. A crack in the delicate structure that was holding and keeping the water at bay.

She didn't think HE would be the one to suggest it. No. He never did anything drastic. But maybe that is why he did it- because he never did anything drastic. He didn't do anything that big.

He only loved her.