Author's Note: I've started messing with structure, narrative voice, tone, perspective, and all the like, simultaneously shifting grammatical juxtaposition (slowly, of course) so that the clauses are more haphazard. Do you notice and appreciate this stuff? satisfy my curiosity and answer that, if you'd be so kind. Because these are just snippets, there's much innuendo to be had here, and it makes me happy in my heart. Plus, the story's getting crazier. OK, I need to shut up now...

Habit; 10

I'd like him to walk me home just because. Because he wants to.

Because he lets himself want.

Sometimes—his hand is so distracting, but I'm not thinking about it—I assume things about him. I shouldn't; I have no right. I know he considers me "pretty", but I'm equally aware that I'm only a thing.

But it doesn't matter. I don't matter, and that doesn't matter either.

If I can't be a person to him—he's the only one about whom I give a damn, and I've learned it hurts to love—then I'm content to be his toy.