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She’d managed to blow her brains out with E! Entertainment Television. Certainly less messy than a sawed-off, and the results were the same. “That shit needs to come with a warning label on it.”
“My name’s Lassiter, and I’ll tell you all you need to know about me. I’m an angel first and a sinner second, and I’m not here for long. I’ll never hurt you, but I’m prepared to make you pretty goddamn uncomfortable if I have to, to get my job done. I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, but my perfect female no longer exists. Oh, and my favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of people. Guess I’m just bred to want to get a rise out of folks—probably the whole resurrection thing.”
Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.
Life’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.
Except she was alive only in his mind. Ever with him, always out of reach. That’s what death was, he realized. The great fictionalizer.
Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.
It was the very best that life had to offer anyone: a person to love and be loved by, with whom you carved meaning in the oak trunk of time’s perennial passing.
“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”
“Very brave. This couldn’t have been easy for you—and I’m honored that you let me… do what I did to you.” Her face assumed a picture of confusion. “Why ever for?” “It takes great trust, No’One—especially for someone with what happened to you in their background.”
“I wish I had something philosophical or poignant or… anything… to help you put shit in perspective. I don’t, and I’m sorry for that. I know this, though. It takes true courage to break through the past, and you did that tonight.”
“Gift wrapping one’s words does not change the nature of truth.”
“And I would rather know what is real than live a lie.”
There came a time in everyone’s life when they realized that in spite of how hard they’d been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.
Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.
