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nonsensical snippit
"What can I do to make you happy?" he asked. Her response was simple; a small smile, and the statement,
"Be real."
It wasn't until later he realized she wasn't worried about this being a dream; she worried that what he gave to her was meant only to please at the expense of himself. That he was not only making himself less by faking, but her less, as well, assuming she couldn't accept when he couldn't form a real laugh, a real smile, or even real support.
It wasn't a matter of strength, on her part, either.
It was fear that even the smallest of lies would be enough to shatter it all.
"Be real."
It wasn't until later he realized she wasn't worried about this being a dream; she worried that what he gave to her was meant only to please at the expense of himself. That he was not only making himself less by faking, but her less, as well, assuming she couldn't accept when he couldn't form a real laugh, a real smile, or even real support.
It wasn't a matter of strength, on her part, either.
It was fear that even the smallest of lies would be enough to shatter it all.