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Title: Second Choice
Author: nodaybuttoday6
rating: PG, I guess. There's like one swear.
Summary: Why am I second choice? why aren't I good enough?
Author's Notes: It's short, only about 150 words. Wrote it at like 1A.M. last night. All I have to say is, second choice sucks.
So I’m second choice now, huh? I’m the backup, the safety net. I’m always the replacement, never the original. I’m only good enough if nothing better comes along. It doesn’t matter if I’m alone, as long as you’re not.
Whatever. I’ll survive. Hell, I’ll even live.
Yea, there’s a difference.
And I’ll do both without you. You do it without me, right?
So how hard can it be?
I’m twice the person you are, heart and soul.
Of course I miss you. I mean, it’s like having an arm chopped off. Sure, I can function just fine. But it’s a pain in the ass. I want my freaking arm back, you know?
You are always my first choice. So I don’t understand why I’m not good enough for you.
Second choice.
I guess I can live with that.
At least I’m still a choice.