TWO GHOSTS

FINAL. / What If I Don't Want to Choose at All?

Your eyes slowly opened, immediately being blinded by the sun. You sat up inside the tent, rubbing your eyes and looking over to Ruth who was still sound asleep. Her arms were tucked under the side of her face, her body slowly rising and falling as she slept. You smiled at her before crawling out of the tent, making eye contact with Harry who was standing by the campfire. The sunrise was showing, making the sky a mix color of pink and orange. He smiled at you and you smiled back as you walked over. You sat next to him, "You're such a morning person."

"The sunrise is most beautiful out here." He replied, his words a bit muffled from the scarf around his chin. 

You nodded, glancing over to his and Tyler's tent, "If for some reason I chose Tyler, would you be able to move on?"

"I need closure from you before even thinking about moving on." Harry said, his smile slowly fading, "Why do you ask?" His smile was completely gone now, "Did you make your choice already? Is it Tyler?"

You stammered, "Wait--what--"

"Is what Tyler?" Tyler crawled out of the tent, staring at you.

Harry scoffed, "I think she chose you."

"No--wait--" You couldn't speak.

Tyler looked at you as hope sparked into his eyes, "Really?"

"What the hell is going on?" Ruth groaned, stepping out of the tent. 

Harry stood up, slowly shaking his head. "I think I'm ready to leave."

You stood up and stepped in front of him, "Harry, wait--I didn't say I chose him--"

"You gave me a hypothetical question that is no way hypothetical." Harry said coldly.

Tyler walked over and said to Harry sternly, "If (Y/N) did choose me, I thought you'd be more understanding, not hurt over it--"

"Of course I'm going to be hurt."  Harry almost yelled.

"Stop!"  Ruth yelled, keeping the twins silent. She placed her hands on her hips, "I...I'm the one who told her to choose Tyler. (Y/N) is just curious about Harry's plans if she followed my opinion."

Harry stared at Ruth, "You told her to choose Tyler? You hate Tyler."

Ruth looked down, "I did, yeah. But he's making a real effort for (Y/N)--"

"I've been doing everything I can to be there for (Y/N)--"

"Harry, calm down." Tyler said.

You've seen this before. And it happened in your own living room. It ended with one of the twins leaving, a blood stained floor, and heartbreak. You stepped in before Harry could snap at Tyler, "I didn't choose anyone-a-and Ruth has the right to say her opinion, okay Harry?" You looked at Harry, but he lowered his eyes. You glanced between the twins. Your eyes were brimming with tears. "I'm tired of all this. The yelling, the fighting. I wanted a camping trip with all of us, just to have a good time. The last thing I wanted was another fight because I can't make up my god damn mind." You held back your tears, sniffling. You looked to Tyler, "You're making changes about yourself, and I admire it. You're so kind and spontaneous...but you're so damn destructive." You looked at Harry, "You've been so supportive and helped me through tough situations...but you won't admit to yourself that you're just like Tyler, and you leave when I need you the most."

Harry's shoulders lowered, Tyler swallowed roughly.

You frowned, your throat becoming dry. "I-I want to go home."