Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

If she had known that would be the last time she would see him, hug him, eat breakfast with him, she would have stretched that 24 hours out as long as she could have.

Definutely done a few things different.

The toymaker. He walked the length of his yard waiting for her to come out. Absent mindedly picking at plants.

Always patient.

Bella came out and they left to the cafe down the road. It was a warm sunday morning. They ate and chatted as per usual. This time was different though.

The toymaker was getting little too wild for his liking. Bella could sense it, but chose to ignore it. She was and was not aware that she was deliberately sabotaging this one good thing. Probabaly because of some underlying feeling of unworthiness.

She ignored that too.

If Bella had known that this would be the last time that she would sit across from him and listen to him laugh at her jokes, she would have definitely spent that day and the day before soaking up every goddamn second they were together, she would have paid better attention to him, woud’ve slowed down.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda.

But didn’t know, so she couldn’t do a thing other than let go of another string in the disentanglement of Bella and Linus.

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