Yolk

by Mary H.K. Choi

the Cruel Intentions soundtrack, and we listened to that on a loop for a year.

“I could see it on your face. You hate when people need anything from you. It terrifies you. I know it does. Don’t pretend to be

Whatever this feeling is, I never want to feel it again.

Things seemed fine, but you can never know what anyone else is ever thinking. Or what they’ll say about you.

I couldn’t understand why everything was a secret.

on my finger, my sister’s voice ringing in my ears, I thought I was going to be his girlfriend. That’s how it felt. I was finally the lead. I was the love interest. I was the one they were singing about in every single pop song.

Everyone is disappointing.

For him to like me. To think I’m special. Special enough that he’ll want to stick around. But this is more mysterious. The inquisition somehow mutual. I have no idea how this goes.

I wonder what’s wrong with Patrick that he seems to like me. “You know

But the truth is, we all have the same, boring problems. Sometimes the best thing you can do is talk about it. It makes no sense, but glory if it doesn’t work like a charm.