"the longer you wait," she said, "the harder it gets."
but i dont know if i can do this.
you dont have to.
but i do, i cant....something has to change.
something did.
it has to go back, because if it stays like this then..
then what?
i dont know. but i cant handle this.
you wont handle this.
i wont put up with this, i wont...
why?
because it isnt right.
who decides whats right & what isnt? tell me i'm wrong, tell me that this is wrong.
its wrong, it cant be right.
what feels wrong?
its not about what feels right.
its always about what feels right.
there has to be some logic to this.
why?
you sound like such a child when you ask that.
is this how you treat children?
no. no, thats how...you know we cant keep this up.
keep what up?
dont.
dont what?
dont make me....
define it?
yes.
why cant you say it? why cant you label it? you say its wrong but you dont even know what it is.
but i know...i know it cant be right.
why cant it?
it just cant.
have you found no grey area? a middle ground? is everything unconditional to you?
if conditions exist, rules arent solid.
life isnt solid.
it has to be.
but its not.
you always loved this song.
you didnt.
is this love?
i thought you didnt want to define it.
i have to.
call it what you want, it'll always be this.
it cant be love.
of course not.
it cant.
why cant it?
because love cant be wrong.
but this can?
it is.
forget, just please, forget...tell me, does it feel wrong to you?
thats not the point.
its the point. its all you need to worry about.
you havent been sleeping lately.
does this feel wrong to you?
nothing, nothing has ever felt so right.
& five days later he runs a finger across her chest, "this is the last time." she smiles, her back against the wall, "isnt it always?"
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Submission Name: anna begins.
