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Your Choice.
2 ReviewsA little winter-themed one-shot. Fluff.
This has a lot of drawn-out describing in it. Please don’t get bored, I love describing.
I looked out upon the park. I love snow. How it floated down from the sky, how it simply sat there in a white blanket, holding the earth. I hated playing in it, though. I hated how snowball fights inevitably ended up with you having to peeling your shrunken jeans from your ice-cold legs. I hated how building snowmen left muddy tracks in the ground. But, strangely, I enjoyed watching other people play in it. It gave me a strange kind of joy watching people laugh, wiping the snow from their arm and tossing it back at someone. I liked seeing people try to build a snowman taller than themselves. Last year, I would have been scowling out at all these people, having fun, enjoying themselves. But now, I smile. I smile at the people huddled together. I smile at the people making snow angels. I smile at the toddler trying to put the scarf around their parent’s snowman.
Last year, I would have said, “I miss the person I used to be. I miss the 5 year old who loved everyone. What’s wrong with me now?”
Last year was one of the worst times I’ve ever had.
I hated everyone, and couldn’t shake the feeling everyone hated me.
But then I met her.
She was the same. She had gone through crap, despite her age. But she had gotten through it. I met her at one of my lowest points. She helped me.
I guess, what was different about her was how she didn’t say she understood. She’d say, “I can’t tell you it’ll all be fine in the end. It’d be a lie. This isn’t a movie, it’s real life, and sometimes things don’t get better. And I’m not going to say I understand, because I know it’d piss me off. I know you probably feel like not even you understand yourself. But it’s okay, because you don’t need to. What you need to do is to help yourself. Because you’re the only person who can do this. You’re the only person who can give yourself a happy ending. I’m not promising you one, but I’m telling you to make yourself one. Your choice.”
I chose. And I got my happy ending.
I looked over to her. She was standing behind me, hunched up in her coat, scarf covering her nose and mouth, but with her hood down - she didn’t like wearing hoods. Her iPod was turned on, as usual, but I knew she wasn’t immersed in it. She was listening, to the lyrics, still deciphering the meaning of the song, but she was doing the same as I was; she was looking out at the people in the snow. She was probably remembering how she used to be, as well.
She shook the snow out of her hair yet again - it was quite comical watching the little snowflakes fly out of her fringe. She did this little routine every few minutes, probably as each song ended; she shook the snow out her hair, stomped the snow off her boots and brushed it off her scarf.
I walked over to just behind her and put my arms around her. She twisted her head to look at me, her eyes looking the most blue I’ve ever seen them, against the grey sky. Her smile stretched wider than I’d think possible, and she rotated so she could put her arms around me too.
I kissed her lightly on her forehead. She looked up at me.
“Congratulations on making the right choice,” she whispered.
Yay fluff. This is sort of what I'd like to happen to me... But I'm the girl it's describing, not the person whose PoV this is. It was going to be a Frerard, but I was too lazy to change the gender... So feel free to make whatever you want of it!!
(clapping) I'm actually really proud of myself, I've written a lot today. I have started on the personalised one shots, don't worry!! Just not much.
xoTuttles
I looked out upon the park. I love snow. How it floated down from the sky, how it simply sat there in a white blanket, holding the earth. I hated playing in it, though. I hated how snowball fights inevitably ended up with you having to peeling your shrunken jeans from your ice-cold legs. I hated how building snowmen left muddy tracks in the ground. But, strangely, I enjoyed watching other people play in it. It gave me a strange kind of joy watching people laugh, wiping the snow from their arm and tossing it back at someone. I liked seeing people try to build a snowman taller than themselves. Last year, I would have been scowling out at all these people, having fun, enjoying themselves. But now, I smile. I smile at the people huddled together. I smile at the people making snow angels. I smile at the toddler trying to put the scarf around their parent’s snowman.
Last year, I would have said, “I miss the person I used to be. I miss the 5 year old who loved everyone. What’s wrong with me now?”
Last year was one of the worst times I’ve ever had.
I hated everyone, and couldn’t shake the feeling everyone hated me.
But then I met her.
She was the same. She had gone through crap, despite her age. But she had gotten through it. I met her at one of my lowest points. She helped me.
I guess, what was different about her was how she didn’t say she understood. She’d say, “I can’t tell you it’ll all be fine in the end. It’d be a lie. This isn’t a movie, it’s real life, and sometimes things don’t get better. And I’m not going to say I understand, because I know it’d piss me off. I know you probably feel like not even you understand yourself. But it’s okay, because you don’t need to. What you need to do is to help yourself. Because you’re the only person who can do this. You’re the only person who can give yourself a happy ending. I’m not promising you one, but I’m telling you to make yourself one. Your choice.”
I chose. And I got my happy ending.
I looked over to her. She was standing behind me, hunched up in her coat, scarf covering her nose and mouth, but with her hood down - she didn’t like wearing hoods. Her iPod was turned on, as usual, but I knew she wasn’t immersed in it. She was listening, to the lyrics, still deciphering the meaning of the song, but she was doing the same as I was; she was looking out at the people in the snow. She was probably remembering how she used to be, as well.
She shook the snow out of her hair yet again - it was quite comical watching the little snowflakes fly out of her fringe. She did this little routine every few minutes, probably as each song ended; she shook the snow out her hair, stomped the snow off her boots and brushed it off her scarf.
I walked over to just behind her and put my arms around her. She twisted her head to look at me, her eyes looking the most blue I’ve ever seen them, against the grey sky. Her smile stretched wider than I’d think possible, and she rotated so she could put her arms around me too.
I kissed her lightly on her forehead. She looked up at me.
“Congratulations on making the right choice,” she whispered.
Yay fluff. This is sort of what I'd like to happen to me... But I'm the girl it's describing, not the person whose PoV this is. It was going to be a Frerard, but I was too lazy to change the gender... So feel free to make whatever you want of it!!
(clapping) I'm actually really proud of myself, I've written a lot today. I have started on the personalised one shots, don't worry!! Just not much.
xoTuttles
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