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...written on 2008-10-17, @ 2:45 p.m.
"I want to be your equal", she says but her voice is soft and hardly there at all.
"You are." He pauses to kiss her forehead, eyes never leaving the screen. "I love you."
"No, I'm not that. You don't challenge me, you crush me. I'm just so very tired of being small." She is the Jiminy Cricket conscience in the hum of background noise.
He laughs, ruffles her hair, doesn't even hear her. Doesn't see the tears streaming down her cheeks as he pushes her fragile body against him.
"Feel better now?" And his grin makes her heart break as he brushes back her hair.
"Don't," she growls, suddenly parched.
And his laughter shakes her world.
She wishes she hadn't moved an inch.