Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

Knickers. She laughed softly at the word. She hadn't heard it in such a long time. Daniel seemed to be the only person she could recall that even used it. There wasn't a chance that what he was saying was true. Daniel simply wasn't the type. He couldn't do such a thing. Dating Charles, she had gotten to know him as well. Daniel was a kind, sweet, generous soul. Behind his eyes, she believed he believed in real love, that he was a hopeless romantic, and that the thought the right girl was still out there, inching her way closer to him with each passing day. It might take a year, or far longer, but Daniel wouldn't give up. That was the kind of person he was. A pointless, one-night stand just for sex wasn't in the cards for him. Sex, kissing, being close to a woman had to have meaning to him. Mindless didn't exist for him. She admired him for that. Far too many people tossed sex around as if there were not any feelings attached to it. Perhaps for some that was the truth. For people like Daniel, for people like her, it wasn't the case. The truth came. It was a harsh reality that even though she had asked about, she wasn't ready to hear about. Thinking something is so is one thing. To have it confirmed is another. Charles had turned to the bottle, trying to find whatever it was he was searching for there. Surely she had no room to admonish him for it, but it was caused by her and her actions. Had she only stayed.....It was a random thought that she quickly silenced. There's no telling what would have happened if she had stayed. Perhaps they would have stayed together, gotten married, got a house on their own, had a couple of kids, a white picket fence, the whole nine yards of the dream for so many. Maybe. Then again they could have gotten married, gotten a house, had kids and ended up getting a divorce that would have left all involved with deep, emotional scars that may not have ever healed. They could have split up and watched each other find happiness elsewhere. Only one of them may have been the one to find happiness, forcing the other one to watch and suffer in silent agony. No. There were far too many things that could have happened. There really was no way of knowing what might have been. There was no point in wondering now. Charles had turned to the bottle, yes, but he had gotten better, perhaps even stronger in the process. Maybe these were just the random ramblings of her mind, trying to bring some solace to her, some sense of comfort and closure. Maybe. Home is home, she said with a simple shrug. Things are getting better....easier..I guess. The big lights of the city shine..so bright, but it doesn't make things any clearer. It's a distraction. People in the city need that, I think. They're always in such a hurry, and I never figured out why. Hurry up, get there, and leave. Rinse and repeat. Over and over. No time to slow down. No time to really look at what those bright lights are..illuminating. It took coming back here, the soft glow of the moonlight or a candle in the window, to make a person really see things. Her voice grew quiet with her last few words as she realized what she had said. A candle in the window. There was meaning there. A candle in the window let him know she was thinking about it. A candle in the window let him know she would meet him later. A candle in the window let him know she loved him. As Charles conveyed his thoughts by smacking his brother's head, she blushed and laughed. A booty call huh? Pursing her lips, she looked around the room quickly for a moment. He never to ask before for a booty call. Why should he now? Besides, Charles was never a booty call. The words, the thoughts, had come out of her mouth before she realized it. Her blush deepened. Well, at least that is contingent on one other thing really. The fate of the world hangs in the balance, precariously perched on this one factor Charles, are you sure you're ready to hear it? Are you sure YOU can handle it, she teased, using her best impression of a dramatic trailer. It all depends on one....simple....thing. Can you dance Charles? Can you move those two left feet? If not, then Daniel here will have to accompany me to the dance floor. She gave Daniel a smile, raising her eyebrows. If he was still the same person, he would be more than willing to take to the dancefloor with her. He would have no problem snatching up her hand, leading her out into the music, and making all the worries she had on her mind melt away. If he was still the same person he once was. That is of course if you're not too concerned about this damaging your chances of, how did you word it, sliding into the Mackenzie girl's knickers. The laughter could not be contained, even if she wanted to. It felt to good to let go. It felt good to be here. It felt good being with them. Finally. Things were feeling good.