@s-unfleur said: ❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜ / frank
She sits on this bed that they have shared. This bed where they have held each other when tears threatened to drown their faces; this bed where they have bled out from the wars that plague them both; this bed where they have come together as one, time and time again. ❛ I have dreamt of us, ❜ she shares. There is no melancholy in her voice, just this deep, deep sadness. ❛ I have dreamt that there are worlds where we can be together. Where I am yours, and you are mine, and we are happy. ❜
When she exhales, she sighs. Her face conveys the brokenness she feels inside, and though there is no shame in it, she wills herself not to cry. ❛ I thought we could fight fate. If I wanted you enough. If I needed you enough. If I just loved you enough. ❜
Diana touches her fingertips to her face, as if she is confirming that she is still real. That there is still blood running beneath her skin. ❛ But what if we're just not meant to get it right? ❜ She has never believed that they were bound, with chains, to a certain destiny. But maybe there comes a time when you must admit defeat. Because, uh, sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes love taunts you more than it becomes something real, something tangible, something you can keep. (She loves him and she can't keep him.)
