You had me run, seven years to Leah, seven years back. You pursed your lips at my proposals, and batted your painted, half-shut eyelids, sealed the chapter I breathlessly penned.
Now I’m all run out. You’re gone. I’m alone. This life bites my heels. Where’s Leah when you need her?
Okay, so, every time I'd read the story of Rachel and Leah in the Bible, I'd always ship Jacob and Leah. Yeah yeah, I know, maybe it's my laziness speaking. Like, Rachel couldn't have been worth fourteen entire years. Plus Leah really dug Jacob. I know, technically they "ended up together" because they got married or whatever, but it's apparent that Jacob didn't give Leah a second look.
Kinda like Eponine in Les Miserables. Holy crap, she was the obvious catch. Forget Cosette and her stupid castle on a cloud. I can hardly stand that song anyways.
Okay, all that to say, this isn't about Rachel and Jacob, but more of a real-life parallel and this is the "after the happily." This is when Rachel turns out to be a cheat or dies or whatever you want and the Jacob/Marius realizes (actually realizes) that Leah/Eponine was the one that was actually there for them. It's a weird dynamic that applies to a lot of situations.
I always end up talking too much after my fifty word stories, and I know, "Let the story speak for itself," but Steemit likes longer posts generally. This is probably still too short to get anything, but ya know what? Money is a construct. You're a construct. This world is a construct. Nothing's real. Go lock yourself in a trunk.
Let's try that again.
Woah! Thanks for reading! This is for @jayna's 50-word challenge, and she's awesome, so go check it out.
Yes, @jayna, this story is exactly fifty. Check it for youself!
I hope y'all have a good day! God bless <3
