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We are both alone, both existing as the absence of something else.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
It’s like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
“You and I, Juliette—together? We could be unstoppable.”
“Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.”
“There is still a chance to change things. We can provide fresh drinking water to all people. We can make sure crops are not regulated for profit; we can ensure that they are not genetically altered to benefit manufacturers. Our people are dying because we are feeding them poison. Animals are dying because we are forcing them to eat waste, forcing them to live in their own filth, caging them together and abusing them. Plants are withering away because we are dumping chemicals into the earth that make them hazardous to our health. But these are things we can fix.
“We are fed lies because believing them makes us weak, vulnerable, malleable. We depend on others for our food, health, sustenance. This cripples us. Creates cowards of our people. Slaves of our children. It’s time for us to fight back.”
She’s found the cracks in this cast I’m forced to wear every day, and it petrifies me. That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
Love is a heartless bastard. I’m driving myself insane.
