SLAM!
A lone stray tear falls off the long dried eyes of Millie. She cries, and for nobody but herself. Her baggy clothes wrinkled and stained with condiments; the work of her adversaries. She sobs in silence as the world falls dark and as time slows to a halt, so does her sniffles.
But there was someone... someone who listened. He who is small, he who is scared but... he who is concerned. His fears had long gone for he had nothing left to lose but his dignity.
With suffering silence and jumpy bounces he sneaked across the floor to her, as much as a small gremlin like him can hide anyways. But he did not care for technicalities and never hesitated calling out her name: "Millie!"
Her ear perked up at the sharp disturbance from the floor and she looked disgusted, scared, surprised and drained. She decides to hug her legs with her face firmly hidden... but this did not put him off. "Millie, what's wrong?"
She did not like him, far from it. She hated him. She loathed him. She despised him for he was the reason for her despair but... he wasn't going away any time soon. "What do you want..." Her voice was hoarse, evidence of a recent scream.
"I... want to help you." She gazingly pierced his eyes and saw fear, but she had seen enough. "You can help me by going back into whatever hole you crawled out from, then maybe I won't be so sad." That... stung.
But he nevertheless picked himself up and stood firmly. "No... I just want to know what's wrong." And at this point Millie had had just about enough to deal with. "You. You're the thing... the wrong."... A few painful seconds passed. "And how am I the 'wrong'?"
"Because since YOU appeared in MY life, NOTHING HAS BEEN THE SAME!" The little borrower, taken by her screams, stood his ground. "W-what do you mean? I didn't do anythin-"
"Yes you DID! You... you... UGH!! I feel like I'm dying inside! Like... you're nothing but a figment of reality! I-I feel like I'm going crazy!" Her voice was cracked and riddled with anxiety, but he persisted. "I... I'm not 'a figment of reality' I'm real!"
"Like hell you are! You're a... what? I mean you're human being with the height of a damned pencil! How and why do you exist?! It's impossible!" ... he takes in a fresh new breath of air. "I... alright." He gulped before the exasperated giantess.
"Take it this way: what if you'd suddenly encountered a giant? Some... someone just humongous?" She takes her time to think, but answered with a soft and circuited tone. "I'd be scared... obviously."
"So... if you were scared, wouldn't you run? Wouldn't you hide in your dark little hole in the wall?" Her brows knitted closely together, but she slowly began to understand. "Do you know how HARD it was?... Do you know how painful it was to see you hurt just about everyday? I was scared shitless alright? But did I just watch you? I didn't."
"I came out of my little hole because I cared for you." He takes in another calm collected breath. "I came out of my little hole because I couldn't take it anymore: the suffering you endured, the silent hells you went through they all hurt me just as much... so why, why can't you just accept the fact that I exist?"
"D-do you know how painful it was? To be labelled as 'something that you imagined'?... It hurts. You called me something that didn't exist, something that couldn't. But yet, why don't you find out? I... You... Alright you know what? Touch me." And to this she hesitated.
"I... don't want to." ... And he answered by walking towards her. "N-no please... please..." He didn't stop. "I-I don't want to touch you I don't want you to disappear!" But to this, he did.
"Why not?" Her eyes wavered and began to tear, once again. "I'm... scared."
"What's there to be scared about? I'm... I can't even begin to understand how I can hurt yo-"
"NO!... That's... not it. Alright?" Her hair covers the length of her face... but she slowly held it aside. "I'm scared that you'd disappear after I do... and I... don't want you to go away."
"Millie..." If his younger self had somehow managed to time travel and him in the moment right then and there, he would've cried bloody murder... but the current him? It didn't faze him, he was not scared. "Hold your fingers out? Would you?"
"I... fine." Slowly and weakly, her arm reached out to his and when he had nearly touched.. she stopped. "Please... I don't want...you to..." He took in a deeper breath of air, and for the first time; he felt her warmth.
"You..." And at this point there really was no going back for him, and so he pulled her entire hand towards him... as much as his strength allowed him to, at least. "Congrats!... You're not going mentally insa-oompf!"
"I can't believe it." She said as she held him close to her. "You... I... am I dreaming?"
He struggled to breath but he managed to come this far. "No, you're not... also I could use a little air?"
"O-oh I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" She released him from the embrace. "Was I being too rash? I..
"Oh it was nothing, a little hug can't break me." And from that she chuckled as she stroked his hair, and his back. "I still can't put my head into it... how do you biologically even exist? I... Oh I don't know I'm just so happy you do."
"It's... nothing."
"You just have to accept reality sometimes you know?"
