Like … I love angst as in
“I need them to put each other through hell knowingly or not: Constantly dancing on the edge of finally being serious just to pull back out of fear of who they’ll become and what they’ll be capable of or what others might be capable of, when they find out; them playing with each other’s hope like a ping pong ball. I need them leaving every conversation – hell every glance – feeling they’ve been ripped open, guts spilling on the ground, while having to smile and wave at everyone else, and they genuinely don’t notice. I need them to shake with want to do something, unsure of whether that is to finally push the other off a cliff or pull them into a hug which ends in them doing a horrible combination of both. I need them to beg and plead in ways so unceremoniously, while simultaneously looking down on the other doing the same, neither sure, who is really in charge here cause all they can feel is that pull towards each other: “Is it a leash ? Or is it a red string? Either way it’s tied around us and we can’t won’t don’t want to severe it. So why are we both holding a knife? ““
But I still need there to be a happy ending.
