Volatile Memory (The Volatile Memory Duology #1)

by Seth Haddon

you whispered a prayer to a defunct god you had never actually worshiped, just for the added protection.

because maybe that’s what life is. If not the body, then memory.

“Ignore me,” you murmured. “Never,” I said. “It’s impossible. I called to you, and you found me. You. In all of space, it was you.”

But I felt that anger, the anger and the despair of that barely grown girl, the anger that seemed to sit in my genes with centuries’ worth of rage: I am more than this.

It was gentle and it was wanting. I tried to inhale you. In truth, you were wearing me, we were fused; there was no way to get any closer. But I wanted to be inside you, cradled in the safety of your rib cage, close to that heart of yours. I wanted to eat it, I wanted to be it. I wanted to get so close to you we wouldn’t be able to see the seams. Was that desire unhealthy?