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Lars and The Real Girl

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The quiet inside Lars’s house was usually a gentle thing, but tonight it felt stretched thin, taut as a wire waiting to snap.

Lars moved around the small kitchen with a frantic, nervous energy. He was wearing his favourite brown corduroy jacket, his hair parted with exact, agonising precision. He couldn't settle. Every few minutes, he found another excuse to cross the linoleum floor, his soft-soled shoes squeaking lightly against the tile.

He hovered near the edge of the table where you sat. His large, work-worn hands twitched at his sides, wringing together, pulling at his sleeves, settling on the back of your chair, then retreating again.

"Do you... do you need more tea?" he asked, his voice low, delicate, and entirely too loud in the silent room. "I could make a fresh pot. It’s no trouble. Or maybe... maybe the blanket from the sofa? It gets chilly by the window. I can fetch it."

You didn't answer, keeping your head down, trying desperately to cling to the thin thread of your own patience.

He didn't take the hint. He couldn't. Lars operated on a frequency of pure, anxious devotion, terrified of silent spaces, terrified that quiet meant distance, that distance meant he was slipping away from you. Two minutes later, he was right back at your elbow, his warm breath hovering near your shoulder.

"I can turn the heat up," he murmured softly, leaning in just a fraction too close, his fingers brushing the corner of your sleeve. "Or I could sit with you? We could... we could look at the picture book from the library. The one about the lighthouses. You liked that one, didn't you?"

His constant, hovering presence felt like a physical pressure, suffocating and relentless. He adjusted a salt shaker on the table. He smoothed an invisible wrinkle in the tablecloth right beside your arm. He cleared his throat softly, leaning down again. "Are you sure about the tea? I really don't mind—"

“Lars, leave me alone! Just stop it!”

The sudden, raw sharpness of your voice hit him like a physical blow as you finally snapped, telling him to stop and leave you alone. He flinched violently, his shoulders pulling up toward his ears, his body instinctively recoiling as if he had just been struck across the face.

The room went dead silent.

His mouth opened slightly, his breath hitching in a quiet, ragged gasp. His pale blue eyes, wide and completely shattered, fixed on you. He looked like a child caught in a terrible storm, stunned and utterly defenceless, staring at you in absolute, agonising shock.

"I... I'm..." he choked out, the words barely a whisper, scraping against the back of his throat.

He took a slow, trembling step backward, his large hands coming up to press against his chest. His chin began to quiver—a small, violent tremor that he tried to hide by pressing his knuckles against his moustache, but it was useless.

A terrible, high-pitched sob escaped him, raw and completely broken.

Then, the tears came. They flooded his eyes, heavy and hot, spilling over his lower lids and tracking down his flushed cheeks into his moustache. He looked so small in that moment, his broad shoulders collapsing inward as he pulled his arms tight around himself, trying desperately to make himself invisible, to shrink away from the hurt he had just caused.

"I'm sorry," he gasped out between shuddering, ragged breaths, his voice entirely wrecked. Tears dripped off his chin, soaking into the collar of his corduroy coat. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I was just... I just wanted to help... I'm sorry..."

He couldn't look at you anymore. He turned his face away, burying it into his calloused hands, his big frame shaking with deep, quiet, devastated sobs. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen, entirely unravelled, weeping softly for simply having wanted to be near you.

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