|Laying Me Bare: A Pillowbook
Author: AFractionOfMySoul PM
I WAS initially looking forward to a quiet weekend... THIS is what I get stuck with...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 17 - Words: 3,846 - Reviews: 50 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 05-11-13 - Published: 10-15-12 - id: 3065743
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Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 11:11:34 +0530
Subject: (No subject)
Don't say things you don't mean. Please. I don't think I could handle lies coming from you. But then again, I can't- for the life of me- imagine you lying. But you can't truly mean what you say, either.
And there begins this delicious conundrum.
I never thought it'd be like this, not with you. Wait- that's not strictly true. I'd always suspected that this might be one of the outcomes of deciding that you're human.
What is it like? Is that what you're wondering, chewing (as usual) on your stationery (as though unravelling the mysteries of maths) and talking to the problem, the curiosity clear in your eyes?
I'll tell you what it's like.
The phone rings, and my breath hitches; two distinct futures.
The first- it's you- and my pulse is erratic, and it's as though I am the physical manifestation of bliss.
The second- it isn't you- and there's a disappointing, disappointed vacuum in my stomach.
See what you've done there? You've reduced me (Me- feminist, spirited, not ditzy in the slightest) to a giggling fool or a moping idiot.
I'm really not going elucidate. You know of the effect you have over me, but if you knew exactly how potent you were, I'm sure you could wreck real havoc. Unintentionally, of course, because you're far too nice to shatter a glass and leave the shards for others to clear.
I keep saying that. It's an understatement, but also one of the only words that can capture your essence. And so that's why I beg pardon for wondering why on earth you'd say things you definitely cannot mean.
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