So we're getting to the end! One more installment after these two. I'm hoping to put the last ones up on Sunday but my weekend is insanely busy: grades are due Monday, a friend's birthday is Saturday and my own birthday is Sunday. But I'll do my best.
You'd think that these being so short are easy to write right? HA! This one took three tries to get right.
These are for fractured_fairytale06, cuz she updated early, and for me. (= And remember: go read her story (A World Apart)!
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It was because of him that her belief in the masculine sex had not faltered. The Frankies of the world had, at times caused it to shake. Yet one look, one voice, had been all that was necessary to stabilize that belief. With one touch his hands repaired all cracks and crumbling that had been weakening her foundation.
She knew that not all men in the world were not like Mac. In her line of work, in her world it was impossible to ignore. But in her world there was only one Man. Cliché though it might be, it was true: He was a man amongst men, possessing character traits that Zeus himself could have used. (Integrity anyone?)
Stella was not blind to the faults of her best friend; he was a stubborn ass, and on more than one occasion his single-mindedness had sorely tempted her to cause him no small amount of bodily harm. But when pressed, those things were not that bad. In fact, they were part of what endeared him to her. She knew that if anything ever happened between them she would be the center of his world, that he would single-mindedly, stubbornly protect her. And that she would fight it the whole time. And love every minute of it.
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Oh yea; just so you know: when I think of a Man, I think Gary Sinise. I have no idea why. There's just...something...about him.