- Messages
- 893
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Wand
- Curved 11.5" Flexible Wenge Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 18 (29/09/2044)
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It would have been all too easy for Michael to crumble. To be selfish, to demand that Margo put her life on hold for a year to wait for him. There was a part of him that wanted to just do that. But as soon as he looked at her, he knew there was absolutely no way he could ask that of her. How could he? She'd spent so long waiting, she'd told him that herself. Waiting for answers from her brother. Waiting for everyone else around her, putting herself second at best. Michael grimaced. He loved her far too much to do that to her. "I can't," he said, quietly, his voice wavering. "That...that would be too cruel." Even if it felt more cruel to let her go right now. He might not have been the best at this whole romance thing, but he wasn't ignorant. "You...you told me how much you hated waiting and feeling like you couldn't do anything. I don't want you to hate me," he added, his voice barely above a whisper. He had reasoned that separation for the 'right' reasons would be better than prolonged misery, but as always reality never quite lined up with reasoning.
It would have been all too easy for Michael to crumble. To be selfish, to demand that Margo put her life on hold for a year to wait for him. There was a part of him that wanted to just do that. But as soon as he looked at her, he knew there was absolutely no way he could ask that of her. How could he? She'd spent so long waiting, she'd told him that herself. Waiting for answers from her brother. Waiting for everyone else around her, putting herself second at best. Michael grimaced. He loved her far too much to do that to her. "I can't," he said, quietly, his voice wavering. "That...that would be too cruel." Even if it felt more cruel to let her go right now. He might not have been the best at this whole romance thing, but he wasn't ignorant. "You...you told me how much you hated waiting and feeling like you couldn't do anything. I don't want you to hate me," he added, his voice barely above a whisper. He had reasoned that separation for the 'right' reasons would be better than prolonged misery, but as always reality never quite lined up with reasoning.