Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.' 'Okay,...
We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
This is bizarre, I say.I think it's beautiful, he says.I give him a look.What? He laughs a little. They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them car...
I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.
I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?
He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.
Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
Being honest doesn't mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.
