I cannot make you understand, he huffed, unable to work the exasperation out of his voice. Butterflies, he scoffed, getting a bit scornful and defensive, as he always did when he was upset. What a truly touching sentiment, doctor, but do you have any idea the weight of your words? A declaration of love is not something to be handled lightly -- I trust you are aware of that much. What happens, may I ask, when those butterflies of yours fade? True, you may care for me now, but a year from now, a hundred years? Its nothing. Its meaningless. Its nothing more than a heartbeat, dont you see? A feeble, deplorably weak human pulse. You are fragile, Dr. Banner, and your mortality is very real. True, your life span may be prolonged due to your experiences with radiation, but what happens when even that cannot save you? You will perish, and I will . . . he choked for a moment, unsure if he could even say it. At last, he forced the rest of the statement, eyes wrenching shut for a second. And I will be forced to say goodbye to you one day and I cannot do that. ((When I first read this, I cried.))
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 02:53:47 +0000