Post by Zoltin Zerbest on Jul 21, 2008 1:50:56 GMT -5
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It was a metaphor! That was all! The hell did an unready player have to do with anything? He was trying to say it wasn't his fault without completely shoving off the blame. Yes, he was stupid. Yes, he felt at this moment that it was better to have died than had Kat in tears...and then worse. And yes, yes it felt as if his world was crumbling around him and the only thing he could focus on was Kat, whose eyes had turned red and was now frightening him beyond belief.
It was only a crush. He'd said that. He'd say that forever and ever and ever until she got it. It meant nothing. And the thing was that the reasons he was overboard for Chasper were extremely similar to the ones that had made him fall for Kat. Not all, of course, that would be twisted. Plus, Kat had more dosage.
He told her. There was nobody else. If he wasn't sure he could do it later, Zoltin probably would have proposed to her a long time ago. But marriage didn't matter to him. The thing was that he knew it mattered to her, and he'd be fine with making it legal. A pair of rings and a certificate meant zilch, beyond zilch. Many married people didn't even spend their lives together, which was all Zoltin wanted.
It was all he wanted.
And now she was walking inside the doors, too far for him to make out the tears. But he knew they were there. If he was crying, than she had to be.
He knew things would get better, he knew it. They had to. That was how it worked. And this was just a rough patch, that was all. Like that summer with the spending more time together...just more serious. Nothing extremely bad had happened, all that was needed was a few dozen apologies and a hug and a kiss.
But when? Two minutes more was going to be eternity, and he severely doubted she was going to run back after that exit. It would at least be a day until they spoke again. That is, if he could bring himself inside the castle.
Now he was just on his knees in the middle of the field, with his broom hovering beside him and a pained expression on his face. And while he couldn't choke out the letters, the words on the end of his lips were there. He would regret not saying them for the next day.