You can't remember a time in your life when you felt more inferior.
Jasper is amazing, don't get you wrong. She's pretty, strong-willed, funny, and clearly with a heart. But it was only when you stood next to her towering height of seven whopping feet that you were painfully aware of your [Y/H] stature.
And she's strong. Like, ridiculously, cartoonishly strong. You once saw her pick up your car and carry it fifteen miles to the nearest gas station on that road trip you took last summer.
She's so strong, and you're just so weak, that frankly, you can't see what she'd want to do with you, or what's to stop her from... getting bored with you...
... Your pride was your enemy.
And it might kill you.
The weight on your chest is unbearable. You can feel your ribs crack under the weight, your hands and arms on fire as you try to lift it off. You're sweating bullets and trying to get air, but none will come, the oxygen is there and just out of reach, as you desperately try to free yourself from