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- >Growing up in Louisiana, you'd never put much thought into some of the more trivial things.
- >What your own little slice of Heaven was a small pit of Hell for her. She can't look you in the eyes and you know she won't say a word.
- >The sound of rain pitter-pattering on the bedroom window would normally lull you into sleep's comforting embrace, but tonight is a little different.
- There
- was
- a
- flash
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- Lightning
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- a
- rolling
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- >You read somewhere that light travels at a speed of over six hundred million miles per hour. In that instant of bright flash through
- the bedroom window, your mind takes a crystal clear snapshot of the room.
- >The Best Buddies certificate and PhD. that both hang proudly side by side on the whitewashed wall
- >The small revolver on the bedside table.
- >The metal crutches that lean next to the window sill.
- >The dusty-gray love of your life that clings to you like a lost child.
- >Her fur feels just as soft as it looks. The hair on the top of her head is a chestnut brown
- >As your try to keep her from yipping, your hands glide over her form taking in all the little details that you know so well
- >Her thin shoulders, the floof on her sternum, the small mounds on her chest, and her trim waistline.
- >Cassie's tremors refuse to stop as the thunderstorm continues to barge through the night. You know that tonight will most likely be a
- sleepless one.
- > You just wish that you could gaze into those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers.
- > As many times as you've begged her to move away from here she adamantly refuses to leave.
- >"I-I-I grew up here, silly! Why w-would I wanna...move...m-move away? This is my home."
- >Her tail is curled between both of y'all's legs, and she continues to hug you as close as possible.
- >The fluffy fur on the top of her head tickles your mouth as she keeps her head tucked under your chin.
- >Home should not be a place where you are kept up three nights a week.
- >For some reason, a warm anger washes over you.
- >You take care of her.
- >You helped her study for those countless hours to help her achieve her dream of getting a Doctorate.
- >You handle the taxes every April.
- >You cook every meal every day: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
- >You showed her the exciting world of motor sports and even bought tickets to that one race.
- >If she would just stop being a fucking child for a single fucking second and not whine like a puppy...
- >Another
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- >Another
- b
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- >And as soon as the anger came over you, it leaves; a whole other feeling comes crashing down.
- >Guilt
- >It's not her fault that she was put into this disposition.
- >Every other kid in school either ignored her or made her life a living nightmare
- >She fought so hard all these years past her CP and Aspergers to get where she is.
- >She was the one who asked to be more than friends.
- >She was your first partner, and your only as far as you're concerned.
- >You don't deserve her.
- >The fact that she has accomplished so much on her own, despite her disabilities is a testament to her sheer strength.
- >And when she needs you the most, you have such cowardly thoughts and let your feelings get the best of you.
- >It's as if Cassie can feel your own inward battle, despite her being the one physically shaking.
- >Her shivering stops, and she looks up from being buried onto your chest.
- >Those pure pools of water pierce your very soul.
- >"Anon, I love you. Th-thanks for being w-with me."
- >Her head is wet, but she is not the one crying.
- >"I love you, too. So very much."
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