Or rather, he left me.
The rain was pounding. Not pouring. Pounding. I was soaked, aside from the bottom of my gown, which was both soaked and muddy. We stood outside for an eternity; staring at one another. Before leaving, he explained.
"I can't be him, Helga."
He did what I didn't have the heart to do. What I told myself I could not do.
He decided for me.
I couldn't thank him enough.
My first oneshot/drabble, (and exactly 100 words, too. Not bad) which is funny, because I usually hate drabbles. Really; I rarely read them. But if you want the long, extended, sexy version of this, I'll definitely be posting it. What I do like about drabbles is that you can finishing them, without finishing them. Because the long, extended, sexy version has yet to be finished. Because I'm stuck. That's why I wrote this. If you have any suggestions (hint, hint…) feel free to contact me.