[Is it? Is it easy? What use is it to be special, to be wanted, to be brave or true or courageous for the sake of just one, tiny body set between two sides of a vice? They're all so small and gentle, dried autumn leaves in the palm. Waht's the point of swearing to such a delicate, breakable thing?
It's a flash sizzle thought, bright and then gone: flushed out by a following wave of desperate affection. Of course it's easy. Of course he wants that. Who doesn't want to be special? Who doesn't want to be somehow unique or wanted, to belong to someone where in the great big sprawling multiverse?
It's a very lonely world. He gets tired of that emptiness.
So the high jolt of fear settles, diminishes into a flat solid line - there still, but more easily managed by its consistency.]
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It's a flash sizzle thought, bright and then gone: flushed out by a following wave of desperate affection. Of course it's easy. Of course he wants that. Who doesn't want to be special? Who doesn't want to be somehow unique or wanted, to belong to someone where in the great big sprawling multiverse?
It's a very lonely world. He gets tired of that emptiness.
So the high jolt of fear settles, diminishes into a flat solid line - there still, but more easily managed by its consistency.]