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“There were over a hundred of us at Omega Point. There are only nine of us left.”
in wrecks
“So—so—so wait, so he tells you he loves you . . . and you said? What?” Kenji demands, dumbfounded. “‘Thank you’?”
indeed
“Damn,” Kenji says after a moment. “Damn damn damn. This shit is bananas.”
this shit is bananas kenji 😔👊
Maybe he needs time to grieve in silence, in a place where no one expects him to be the funny one.
kenji so real
“I like you. It’s pretty nice you’re not dead.”
I don’t know how to tell the truth without sounding like a liar.
Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.
I’d rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.”
“Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.”
I wonder if the planets are still up there, still aligned, still managing to get along after all this time. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from them.
“I like the way I feel about myself when I’m with him,”
“Punch me.” Warner is standing directly across from me, head cocked to the side. Everyone is watching us. I shake my head, fast. “Don’t be afraid, love,” he says to me. “I just want you to try.”
“Come on, love,” Warner says to me. He’s unfazed by Kenji’s comment, looking at me as if no one else in this room exists.
“I don’t think you can,” he says. “I think you’re pretty cocky about that.” “Prove me wrong, love.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Please.”
And I promise myself then, in that moment, that I will hold him forever, just like this, until all the pain and torture and suffering is gone, until he’s given a chance to live the kind of life where no one can wound him this deeply ever again.
“I do want you,” I say to him, my voice shaking. “I want you so much it scares me.”
finally
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you exactly as you are.”
sometimes I am afraid,” he says, dropping his eyes, “that my love will terrify you.”
“Ignite, my love. Ignite.”
“I have two brothers,” he says again, his voice so soft. “And I almost killed one of them.”
he’s too good
“How can I hate his anger,” he says, “when I know so well where it comes from?”
Twice. Once for Adam. Once for Warner.
