There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.

Society is better off with me in a gym.

Just breathe. Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

Must have been some kind a nightmare.”
“Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up.

He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.