At first (this is not very cheery and I apologize for it)
At first there were too many branches so he cut them and then it was winter. He meaning you. Siken
She remembers.
The years before the bloody middle (the years when she never would have used the word bloody), the metaphorical sunshine and literal promises of eternal devotion. It would be easier, she supposes, if the memories faded somehow, if she could just make herself
forget.
(That he used to get up early on Sundays to bring home the paper and how she would always make sure to have fresh coffee in the white cups she picked out herself and how she'd always go to open the door and how she would always find him smiling when she opened the door, good morning, darling, good morning to you too, even if he'd already said good morning and even if was raining outside and he hated walking in the rain, he would still smile and kiss her and sometimes later kiss her even when she pretended she didn't want him to, like when she was trying out a new pudding recipe and he
( ... )
She doesn't forget (can't forget), and sometimes, when they lie in bed, she can't forget so hard that she has to press her lips tight against her pillow to stop herself from screaming.
You loved me once. How could you've forgotten?
But she never does and he never hears and how can you remind someone of something they've chosen to forget?
Because he definitely did love her at some point and then their marriage became something they were just sort of playing out and oh babies.
(I feel guilty for responding with an icon of Hector and Bel, but it seems appropriate given Hector's adulterous ways.)
holy oh my god, this is amazing. haunting and beautiful and new -- I absolutely adore it. MARNIE. I love that long run-on sentence of her memories, and the break before forgets, and the intense brevity of it all. THIS IS INCREDIBLE WRITING.
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At first there were too many branches
so he cut them and then it was winter.
He meaning you.
Siken
She remembers.
The years before the bloody middle (the years when she never would have used the word bloody), the metaphorical sunshine and literal promises of eternal devotion. It would be easier, she supposes, if the memories faded somehow, if she could just make herself
forget.
(That he used to get up early on Sundays to bring home the paper and how she would always make sure to have fresh coffee in the white cups she picked out herself and how she'd always go to open the door and how she would always find him smiling when she opened the door, good morning, darling, good morning to you too, even if he'd already said good morning and even if was raining outside and he hated walking in the rain, he would still smile and kiss her and sometimes later kiss her even when she pretended she didn't want him to, like when she was trying out a new pudding recipe and he ( ... )
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She doesn't forget (can't forget), and sometimes, when they lie in bed, she can't forget so hard that she has to press her lips tight against her pillow to stop herself from screaming.
You loved me once. How could you've forgotten?
But she never does and he never hears and how can you remind someone of something they've chosen to forget?
Because he definitely did love her at some point and then their marriage became something they were just sort of playing out and oh babies.
(I feel guilty for responding with an icon of Hector and Bel, but it seems appropriate given Hector's adulterous ways.)
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i'm glad you liked it, even though i feel the need to compensate with some happier marnie/hector fic, because they deserve it ♥
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No, YOU ARE INCREDIBLE FOR BEING SO KIND AND NICE AND GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT AND THANK YOU SO MUCH ♥
*cough if you perhaps want to prompt more marnie or hector/marnie i might be in the mood to write some more cough*
(also seriously blushing over here ♥)
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