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Summary: Chloe breaks him, or maybe she puts him together.
Falling from an airplane would be the longest fall most people could boast. He doesn't bother, because mere miles are nothing.
She is short, so when he kisses her he has to lean almost off balance to reach her mouth. No shoes for him and higher heels for her don't seem to remedy the slight dizziness of the split-second before Chloe's lips stop being her own to be his own yielding softness.
But that is not the beginning. There is no tickle of hair whipping through space as the nanny pushes his swing. There is no altimeter on his wrist measuring the beat of his lifetime his parachute has to work or his stunt becomes an untimely demise. There is no far-off din of doctors and nurses pulling his heart out of a paralyzed clench with more drugs than the ones he has taken.
Too far back; though not by much. The timing of it all is tricky, and he thinks it has something to do with falling. He suspects if a person could spend years falling straight down - unable to do anything but get used to it – they would get comfortable eventually. If that person could climb high enough and simply leap, if they were willing, plummeting to the Earth below would be just another day without a parachute.
Lex thinks he remembers having a parachute at one point not the beginning or the end. He hadn't known he'd be falling for years. He had fought the drag of gravity. It was exhausting to wrestle with the air on flailing limbs and empty-eyed brunettes. Boredom set in and he wanted anything else. His mind wandered and inadvertantly opened to the prospects of green eyes and quick words of blasphemous cleverness. She was not weaker than him or an easy target to impress.
The things that made him fall made Chloe rise and let her dance on the air beside him. His father's harshness ignited her frailties into a purifying, indignant effort. She scorched everyone near her but she moved to catch him gently, easing the landing he'd feared would break him.
He was unworthy because she was worth so much. It wasn't a problem. He would simply hold her as he fell and let gravity do the rest.
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Joking aside, I really liked the use of metaphors amd imagery in this piece. Good work.
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