Lovesick

by Jon Athan

The funny thing about blood was: It all looked the same. Dakota’s blood was crimson red, like every human on earth, but it hid a dangerous virus that was imperceptible to the human eye.

their genuine happiness annoyed him. It physically and mentally hurt him to see joy.

“I’m lovesick, but it’s not that type of sickness. Not like the stories or the books. Love is… It’s… Oh God, it’s really making me sick.”

Like most people, she didn’t know how to deal with depression. It was a mystery, like an incurable cancer.

“Baby, you look like you got into a car with a serial killer. You know I’m not a serial killer, right? I know I look like the guy on the sketches, but…”