I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them
“Harley!”
The bar was full of music and voices, but she could still pick out her name being called. Harley swept the room with her eyes, trying to find the source. There was someone pushing through the crowd to get to her, a wide smile gracing his features. A hint of recognition pulled at her, but she couldn’t quite place how she knew him. Arms wrapped around her unexpectedly, her body tense and uncomfortable. If the man noticed her discomfort, he didn’t show it. “I’m so glad you came, I was worried I had the wrong address and the invitation wouldn’t make it to you.”
She smiled noncommittally, she knew she should be asking how he knew her, why he thought she was here for him, but honestly she just wanted to get out of this conversation, not deal with it. “Yeah, unfortunately I actually have to be heading out, but thanks for the invite.” Harley patted his shoulder awkwardly and made her way towards the door.
Despite the noise, she still heard his wry chuckle behind her. “You didn’t come here for the party, did you. You have no fucking idea who I am.”
“Yeah, actually, I don’t.” She turned towards him, but didn’t return, stayed where she was standing, annoyance clear on her face.
He was smirking, but Harley could see the sadness behind it. “Maybe I’m the weird one for remembering you, but, then again, they say you never forget your first.”
Her expression instantly softened. “Oh, gods. Ricky.”
“Yeah, Ricky.” He gave her a little wave, and Harley instantly closed the distance between them. She hugged him hard, pressing her cheek to his chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t-”
“It’s fine. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.” She could hear the hurt in his voice, and it pierced her heart, but she didn’t address it.
She pulled back but stayed close. “So, uh, what did you try to invite me to?”
He just looked at her for moment, and Harley wished more than anything she could tell what he was thinking. He gestured over to a table in the corner, where Christopher and a few others she didn’t recognize either. “Anniversary party.”
Mixed emotions, but overwhelmingly, joy. “I’m so happy for you, Ricky.” She smiled up at him, her eyes starting to water.
He pulled her to him again. “I missed you too, Harls.”
