Snow. - Terry Kuder III (free children's online books txt) 📗

Fortunately, this time he was aware of it.
"I don't know, dear. I really don't know the answers that you seek. I wish I did...." she began to struggle through the tears too. She couldn't bear to see him go through this pain every time. She had even thought about turning him in herself, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. There were just days where she couldn't handle it. In the ten years that she had known him, this was utterly the worse that he had ever been. "I really do wish I did, but there aren't any answers that I could even begin to give you."
"Then....please....lie to me."
The statement took her by surprise. She knew he could barely deal with the truth, but he wanted her to lie to him? He wanted her to tell a story. She couldn't. It was too much. Although, she couldn't lie to herself, she had been waiting for this day; anticipating the day that he would turn to her and tell her to tell him something that he could hold on to, something he could hope for, but could she? Could she feed into his fantasy and build it up to this disillusioned thought? Could she dwindle the dream above his head knowing that he would never be able to reach it? Would it even have helped him? There was no way of truly telling, but she had to try. "Alright, I'll tell you." she said after a few minutes. "I'll tell you, but afterwards, I don't want you to ask me which parts are real and which aren't, ok?"
He nodded, wiped his arm across his nose, and sniffled the remains of his snot. "...ok."
She smiled slightly and began her tale. It would be an immaculate story.
"Once upon a time...." She started.
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