Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original:
“I miss you,” she murmurs, her voice thicker than before.
“You can always come back.” He can’t keep the eagerness out of his words, and he winces.
“Not yet.”
“When?”
There’s another pause, and she finally says, “I have to go.”
The call ends before he can respond; he sits with the phone in his hand.
Fanfic:
Tara sighs and picks up her suitcase. “I’m going to lay this out for you. You can be in love with him all you want, pine after him, whatever. But don’t ever forget who you are. He might be the knight in shining armor, but you’re not the princess in the story. And you never will be.”
“I know that.”
“If you did, then we wouldn’t be fighting about him,” Tara replies quietly.
Original:
“I miss you,” she murmurs, her voice thicker than before.
“You can always come back.” He can’t keep the eagerness out of his words, and he winces.
“Not yet.”
“When?”
There’s another pause, and she finally says, “I have to go.”
The call ends before he can respond; he sits with the phone in his hand.
Fanfic:
Tara sighs and picks up her suitcase. “I’m going to lay this out for you. You can be in love with him all you want, pine after him, whatever. But don’t ever forget who you are. He might be the knight in shining armor, but you’re not the princess in the story. And you never will be.”
“I know that.”
“If you did, then we wouldn’t be fighting about him,” Tara replies quietly.