Author's Notes: My first Everwood fanfic.
New York, New York
Because, what the hey.
Ephram likes to rant.
You're sick of settling.
It's a sad state to be in, because you've learned the hard way that you don't always get your first choice. In fact, you never have. And so for so long you've sat contentedly in second-best, comfortable in the coziness of never-quite-enough.
But you're done with all that now.
And maybe that's stupid. You're willing to admit that stepping out of your comfort zone and spiraling into panic isn't exactly self-preserving. But you've saved yourself all your life – and for what? You've been kept fresh so that when the moment came, you'd jump out from behind the bushes and scare the hell out of everybody.
Where is your moment now?
You aren't even entirely sure that you're not living it. Who determines the length of a moment? Maybe one lifetime, maybe the smallest fraction of a second. Does it matter? Your whole life, you've let yourself fade into the background of your own life. For once, you're not going to just … submit.
Amy loves you, and Amy wants you to stay. But Amy's hurt you more than she's helped you and even though you'll always have Amy locked in your heart, you can't lose to her anymore. Maybe when you come back, maybe when you finally know what it's like to come first – to yourself, that is – then you'll be comfortable settling into second again.
But not now. Not this once.
Some things stay the same. For the first time, you're sick of being one of them.