[ Sometimes, Jonathan wonders what would have happened if he hadn't followed Nancy on her quest to take down the lab. If he and Nancy had grown closer in a much more natural manner, not fueled by grief and vodka. Would that version of them have survived this?
Maybe. Or maybe they just weren't meant to be together. Not every high school romance lasts, but that doesn't mean they can't still be friends, right?
That doesn't make this conversation any less terrifying.
He leads the way, and as much as his hands itch to touch, to guide her the way he had become comfortable with, he has already accepted that Nancy Wheeler isn't his to hold anymore. He sits down, leaving a reasonable distance between them, and thinks of Argyle's words. Just tell her.
He's beginning to wish that he had, in fact, written out his words in a letter like Argyle suggested. ]
This isn't easy to say, but I just need to come out an say it. I haven't...been entirely honest with you.
we wanted this. why did we want this.
Maybe. Or maybe they just weren't meant to be together. Not every high school romance lasts, but that doesn't mean they can't still be friends, right?
That doesn't make this conversation any less terrifying.
He leads the way, and as much as his hands itch to touch, to guide her the way he had become comfortable with, he has already accepted that Nancy Wheeler isn't his to hold anymore. He sits down, leaving a reasonable distance between them, and thinks of Argyle's words. Just tell her.
He's beginning to wish that he had, in fact, written out his words in a letter like Argyle suggested. ]
This isn't easy to say, but I just need to come out an say it. I haven't...been entirely honest with you.