Riot Act (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

“To see what it feels like to kiss a half-dead girl? To see what it feels like to kiss a girl who’s just as broken as you? Think of it as an experiment.”

“I was falling,” she said. “Always. I was falling, and the fear of it happening, while it was happening, crushed me.” “And then?” She looks me dead in the eye. “I hit rock bottom. There was nowhere else to fall.” “So now you’re fearless.” She shakes her head. “No. Now I just don’t care.”

She’s told me to go fuck myself when we were going over the Brooklyn Bridge. She said it with so much venom that my balls retracted a bit.”