Both of these stories have two people falling into deep, unconditional true love with another.
Rarity explores the emotions a teen faces as he is diagnosed with the rare disorder of #VascularEhlersDanlosSyndrome.
“You OK?” he whispered. Thankfully he was tactful and did not announce at full volume that something was wrong with me. I nodded and fixed my eyes on the TV. My relationship with my mom was too complex to try to explain. Besides, what if I was the one at fault in that conversation? I wouldn't want Jared to think less of me. I couldn't look at him, I was afraid if I did, I would start crying again. I laid down on the pillow I had brought and cuddled around it for security. I stared at the TV, not even aware of what was on the screen. My mind was cycling with negative thoughts “you failed”, “you didn't try hard enough”, “you don't deserve this”, “I don't care if you got a perfect score – I saw every mistake you made”, “you should be like Susan – she's so much prettier than you”, and “when you fail, we're pulling you out of there and sending you to a cheaper school so you can stop wasting our money with your lack of effort.” I was trying to not let the tears begin again and focused on my breathing. It was a simple task that I needed to concentrate on, in and out. I was so focused that I hardly noticed the warm arm snaking under my own and coiling around my waist. I felt the rhythmic movements of his chest with each breath and I tried to match my breathing with his. This helped. He snuggled just a little closer with his chin resting near the top of my head. I let him do this. I needed to feel physical contact when inside I was so beaten to a pulp emotionally. It's funny how my mind was still processing the conversation I had with my mom and preventing me from fully appreciating this experience. What I did appreciate was his warmth, his gentle gesture, his arms that made me feel safe, and his scent. He smelled nice, like spices and musk. He held me till the movie ended and didn't uncoil from me till someone turned the lights on. The absence of his touch stirred me and brought me out of my head and into the present. I sat up and we shared a silent gaze. His eyes showed concern for me and I was hoping mine showed more gratitude than sorrow.
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