Luna and the Lie

by Mariana Zapata

“You haven’t listened to a single fucking thing I’ve said, have you? Seen a single thing I’ve done? You the only person who hasn’t put shit together?” I breathed in through my nose and heard it rattle right out of me. “I don’t know how to give you flowery words and shit like that, Luna. I don’t know how to tell you what you want or need to hear. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve given a fuck about anybody. Do you understand that?” I could do this. I could— “I don’t like the idea of you sitting next to some random asshole who wants to get in your pants.” And that wasn’t at all what I was expecting him to say. “What?” I didn’t mean to whisper. His finger came up, and the pad of his thumb dragged across my cheekbone. “Don’t like the idea of you going on a date with somebody.” The pad moved back the way it had come, and he said low, “Can’t fucking stand it. Just when I thought I couldn’t get more pissed…”

Now why was saying all that so hard