“Hey,” she says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I love you.” “I know,” I reply with a watery smile. “What’s not to love?” “Exactly. That’s what I’ve been saying for three years. You are a goddess, and you deserve to be worshipped and adored. Altars, burning of incense…maybe some ritual orgies.” “Will you just go?” I laugh, giving her a shove. “Or Mars is gonna drag you out.” “Are you staying?”
