I'm Only Gonna Break Your Heart

[Tavish MacFusty]

July 8, 1883

Tavish hated being in love. That was what he told himself as he paced around his house, waiting for Vera to show up so that he could - in essence - break her heart. The whole situation was ten times scarier than the one he'd just gotten back from where he'd killed a dragon that was out of control. Funny how he could stare down the eyes of a pissed off dragon but the thought of telling his very best friend (aside from Tor) that he loved her but loved another too and was going to pursue her was ten times scarier. Well he supposed when he took into account who Vera was, any man with a mind would be scared of her. But it wasn't so much her that was scary, but the fact that he was letting her go. He was losing her and he knew he would and yet it still felt right to pursue Ethelyn.

He'd thought long and hard about it. As long and hard as he could given the situation. He didn't want to leave Ethelyn hanging for too long and while he'd been away he'd thought about it all. Weighed the pros and cons of both of them. He hated having to compare because they were completely different - the love he felt for both of them were completely different from one another. But he had to do it because he couldn't have 'what-ifs' hanging in the air at every turn. He supposed that would be unavoidable but through it all he'd managed to come to the decision that he wanted to pursue things with Ethelyn. He couldn't really explain why it felt right but even though Vera was one of his nearest and dearest he wondered if it was smart to get romantically involved. After all if they broke up...he'd lose her. And while he was losing her now, at least there was more of a chance that later on in life she wouldn't hate him.

Really, it was crazy. That was part of his logic then another part said that if he was meant to be with her, they already would have been together at some point. But they'd never even thought about that in the past. So maybe it just wasn't supposed to be like that. He groaned aloud trying to think of how he'd word it all to Vera. How could he say that he was choosing another woman over her? It seemed impossible and when he heard a knock on his study door he froze. "Come in." He called, watching as the door opened and revealed Vera. "We...we gotta talk." He said it with a sigh. There was no way she wouldn't know what was coming. But he still had to say it.