Cracks

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How can I go through with it? Me? Him? I can't even... It'd destroy him. It would kill me. I can't. I won't. I have to. It's so complicated. All I wanted was to become whole again. Now? I don't know what I want. I love Donnie. I do. But I can't marry him. It all has to do with my cracks.

They tear me To pieces. They rip me from reality and shove me into an unkempt, scarily misused version.

"I-I can't... W-we-" I sob, choking on the words.

"Maggie. Maggie, please. I-I don't- I can't- please. PLEASE. Please. Just this..."

"T-too broken... It'll destroy you!"

"Please..."

"I WONT WIN! THIS IS A SUICIDE MISSION! I-I-I've hurt you enough!"

"B-but..."

"I love you. I truly, truly do... That's why we can never get any closer."

"But-but-PLEASE! I'm begging! I want just a sliver of solace! P-please!"

"Until the end, huh? I-I just wanted to be whole... For once..."

"And you are! You've tried so hard to repent. You have."

"I'll only bring pain."

"I know." he kisses the top of my head. "Watch me not care."

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