Sɴᴏᴡ Wʜɪᴛᴇ (swhite) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-02-01 07:20:00 |
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I've spent the last week thinking — about how fragileyourlives are, and how short a time we have.
The only thing I've come up with is how fucking stupid it is that we're pretending we're just friends. We used to be friends, and I think given time we could be again, but I don't want to.
We used to argue about what would happen if Bigby came back. You said you always knew that if he showed up here, that I'd run to him. Maybe it was true then, but Bigby and I — we have an eternity in our world. You and I don't have that long, and I still love you.
I don't know if this is overstepping my bounds, but I've spent too much of my life as the ice queen that everyone knew in Fabletown and the Homelands. Maybe I should credit Bigby for opening my heart up to care about other people as more than just Fables to keep in line, but it's hard to just shut that down once it's opened. The kids taught me about real, unconditional love. Bigby taught me that sometimes there are people who come back.
So this is me. Coming back. Wanting to be back.