For the '10 drabble, 10 topics' challenge on HPFC.

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Drabble #3 One Word of Dialogue: "Me"

Like Everything Perfect

by padfoot

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It didn't make sense. She was so- so, so...

So everything. So too much, too good, too beautiful. So far above him to ever want to be with someone like him.

But there were things that sometime made him doubt it, made a tiny bud of hope begin to grow in his chest. Little moments (looks, touches, smiles, blushes) that all of a sudden were very much there. As if their presence, their existence at all in this weird, crazy world, were being directed only at him. As if she were yelling out for him to notice and to do something. As if she thought there was something he could do for her. Something he could be for her. Something more.

It didn't make sense.

Because now she was standing there before him, her eyes wide and honest and scared. She was biting her lip in the nervous silence that followed her brave words, her impossible declaration. She was waiting for him, like always. Standing before him, hand outstretched, waiting for him to get together the courage to barrel on forwards, to accompany her up into the unknown.

And all he could say in stunned reply, all the sense his brain could filter from the rest, was a single word.

"Me?"

And her smiling nod was like water and sun and air and food. Like everything perfect in the world.

In his chest, Teddy's flower bloomed.