Romans & histoires What Happens When You Break A Pinky Promise

''Don’t look at me, because I might cry,’’ I whispered, nibbing the corner of my eyes. ''No, its okay, you can cry, when you are with me, you don’t need to pretend, you can be you, let go of everything and all,’’ she whispered. ''Okay,’’ I nodded as I regained composure and smiled. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ she held out her pinky figure. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ I replied. ''Friends don’t lie,’’ she added before I said the same words again. Promises were important to me, but I had stopped holding on to them. Because most of the time people didn’t mean it, they comfortably broke them.

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

Both little girls follow my hand, their gaze meeting to where I'm pointing. “Come on, I'll take you to him.” I tell her, hoping she will come with me minus the doubts she's having. She looks to her father and back to me, I sigh, holding my pinky finger out for her. “I promise I'm not going to hurt you, pinky promise.” I say, I don't know why I think saying pinky promises will work on her but I try it either way. When I was a kid, the pinky promise was one of the most important promises, it was like swearing in blood which Talitha and I did most times but the pinky promise is just as effective.

What was something that I could offer him that would be an irresistible bargain? “If you tell me the answers to the other questions that you mentioned, I won’t knee you in the balls again. Pinkie promise. If I break the promise, you get to break my pinkie,” I offered with my pinkie in the air. The happiness that passed over his face at the promise of never kneeing him in the balls was very comical, so he took the deal without hesitation. Having a sexy military guy taking a pinkie promise from a 5’6 girl was something that should be written in the history books. One day, these adventures would be written down because my life had become one shitstorm of crazy. It would make for a great non-fic

He reaches up to cover one of his eyes with two of his fingers and gives a soft smile, their own version of a promise. When they were younger, they'd once had a late night conversation about how the concept of pinkie promises worked - how if you broke the promise, you lost the pinkie. Wallace mentioned how people could still function without a pinkie. Jesse said how it should be something more vital, like an eye. It's been their own silent promise ever since. Wallace gives a twitch of his lips before nodding and pushing the door open for him, following close behind. "Any pointers?" Jesse mutters in question as the walk back to the living room.

Not forgetting the importance of this deal maker between us for an age of time. “Pinkie promise is pretty much the most unbreakable bond known to man.” He smiles, that unguarded Hollywood special that he reserves for rare occasions and dazzles all the doubt left from within me away. All signs of anger dissipate between us and just two young kids, like we always were, stand in the dark making pacts. We have done this a million times before, but never with the weight of this particular promise, and never in connection to something so especially important.

He said assuring her. "Pinky Promise?" She asked showing her small pinky finger to him. He looked at her. "What's that?" He asked raising his brow. "Pink promise means you can't break your promise. Or your nose will turn pink." She said and his lips again twitched at her illogical words. "Yes. Pinky promise." He said. But she tangled her small pink finger with his and let it stay there. Her breathing slowed within minutes, soft and even. Zavier stared ahead at the city lights beyond the glass. A child slept beside him.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" For everyone knew, you can't ever break a pinky promise. *End of flashback* Tears blurred my vision as I tucked my head into his chest, away from wandering eyes. Swaying to the music, I let myself enjoy his body heat as I shut the rest of the world out. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm "I told you I'd never break any pinky promises" he whispered, his head leaning against my own. "T-then, pinky promise me that you won't hurt me agai

He said as he put his pinky in front of me. "What if I have a boyfriend? He can call me Mandy too." "No can't do.. Only I and your father can." He hissed as he moved his pinky. "My husband can.." "We can talk about it after you get married." He said and I rolled my eyes. I took his pinky and we made a pinky promise. "What if you break this promise?" He asked. "I'll buy you dinner 10 times." "Fancy dinner, Mandy." He pointed his finger at me and I smacked his hand.

I relented. “Pinky promise,” Rachael clarified, eyeing me down with her pinky extended. I sighed, giving her my pinky. Years later and pinky promises were still the epitome of our trust. If I broke a pinky promise then Rachael would get to break my pinky finger. Still, I couldn’t help but think that a broken finger was better than a broken heart. * * *