Those Who Steal from the Cookie Jar
Word Count: Who cares?
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I was strangely unsure about the thoughts that had been turning themselves over in my head at the time. They were thoughts I rarely ventured to thing, I supposed it could be said. Thoughts nonetheless, I figured. Now I'm not sure if it was because of or in spite of the fact that I didn't completely understand those thought that I voiced them.
"Do you think, even a little…," I had asked after more contemplation than I would've liked to admit, "You could try falling in love?"
"Those without hearts can't love, you know that," he'd replied with one of his usual grumbles, speaking as one would to a child who'd just been caught stealing yet another cookie from the coveted cookie jar. Then, still not glancing up from the piles of paper strewn on his desk, he added with an uncharacteristic sigh, "But I suppose you'd be content were I to pretend."
Thinking back on that now, I'm convinced dually that I hadn't even need to ask, and that neither of us were really pretending at all. But after a while, I've recently figured out, even the integrity of a an unbreakable glacier starts to falter.
A/N
Yeah, screw word counts. It was fun for the first four xD