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“I don’t like how things change
with Lynette”
In a world that has been less than kind to her, you were one of the few exceptions. When others would be upset by her seemingly monotonous behavior, you saw past it. You saw her for who she was. Just another person in this chaotic mess of a world.
When she is woken up from nightmares of past events, you offer her comfort, in whatever way she needs. Whether it is holding her, or speaking words of reassurance. You are there. And what she fails to inform you, is that in some scenarios, that is more than enough.
And though she struggles, you never mind her struggle to express her emotions. The universe has been less than kind to Lynette, but even as the world turns and changes, one thing remains unchanging. Your love and devotion towards her. And she hopes someday, you’ll be able to see the full extent of her gratitude.
“I forget if I ever loved anyone else
with Lynette”
When asked the question of if she’s loved another person like she’s loved you, her answer is immediate. Denying the existence of feelings for anyone else. “How could I love someone who isn’t you?”
You were her first relationship. The first and only one outside her family who has been able to succeed in making her feel comfortable. It was you, who made her feel ready to open her heart.
To you, she wasn’t like some robot, or object. She was your partner. You’d announce that to the world if you were able to. Because you’re proud of her. Proud of exactly who she is.
Offering to help her pick plants to add to her tea, or incorporate into her and Lyney’s magic performances. None of it was silly or unnecessary to you.
If she wanted or needed anything, you’d be there. You’ve never said those words aloud, but you didn’t have to. Because your actions spoke volumes your vocal cords could never achieve.
So, no. She’s never loved anyone the way she loves you. Because no one has loved her the way you do.
“I’m not pretty when I’m naked
with Lynette”
Nudity
She shed her clothes in your bedroom, feeling dread pool in her stomach.
Hearing you walk in, she tried to make sure she maintained a face of indifference. Being left in her undergarments as she searched for her pajamas, she felt pathetic. You would never pressure her to do something like this, changing with the door open, rendering herself vulnerable.
“Dear, what’s the matter?” She hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down her face. She stared at the loose t-shirt in her clenched fists.
She was shaking.
“I’d like to change alone, I think.” She braced herself for something. Maybe physical contact from your hand, or a sigh of disappointment. Something to try to coerce her into continuing despite her hesitation.
But she wasn’t met with any distaste, as you pulled away and reached behind you. You handed her the pajama pants she’d brought for your sleepover.
“You don’t need my permission to do what makes you comfortable, Lynette. You’re safe to do whatever you need.”
Before she could start sobbing, she quickly turned away to leave for the bathroom. At times like this, you knew it was not best to force her to be too open. Lynette allowing you to see a side of her that reveals her fear is rare. It was best not to push it.
And while you returned to making sure your room was ready for her return, she stood in the mirror.
What did she do to deserve you?
Or is this maybe what she earned, through all the hellish experiences she’s faced in her lifetime.