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Together, we broke apart the eggs, slipping the phlegm-like yolks into a frying pan, and discarding the remains.
We made the perfect team.
"You were a milk maid down on the farm, I was a boy looking for a good-luck charm," he chanted over and over again.
I just wanted him to stop.
I'm half in love with you. Too bad that can't be enough for either of us.
I don't love him at all. Half of the time, I can't even stand to look at his face.
I know, I'm a terrible person. Unfortunately, I am his world. If I left, he would have nothing. I'd rather hate him half the time, than feel wholly responsible for his self-destruction.
"Shut up," she whispered toward me. "We need to focus right now."
In response, I hummed louder and began drumming on the corduroy pouch I had in my lap.
"Silence," boomed the voice from the front seat. "I've driven you everywhere today. I've earned some quiet."
Undaunted, I continued my one-woman symphony. Until the car shuddered to a halt, at least.
Screaming, she turned and stared at me.
They had gone to see the apartment six months earlier. The ramshackle roof, cracking windows, and cockroach-infested corners didn't bother them.
"When can we sign the lease," they asked in unison. "We're ready to move, now."
That day, we were perfection. But that was in the past.
How quickly you've forgotten, darling. We can be perfect again.
I don't feel secure in my house anymore. The walls are crumbling, water permanently dripping onto linoleum, and ants scattering as I walk through.
Those are only physical securities, though. It gets worse at night, when my father comes home. He, after all, is the most insecure.
She scooped the dirt up into handfuls and stacked them outside of her fort.
With that task finished, she moved on to creating a door, which, upon completion, would lock to keep outsiders out.
"I just need some metal," she thought to herself.
The love I have for you isn't enough to make up for you not loving yourself. That burden is more than I can bear.
So sorry, darling.
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