It Feels So Weird To Be Able

I Tended To Hate People That Hit Me In The Head Without Warning.

How Did I Look At You? I Asked Thickly. Like You Had To, Like I Was A Magnet You Were Pulled To. There Was No Choice, He Said. And When You Look At Jack, It's Because When He's Around, Why Would You Want To Look At Anything Else? You Love Him The Way You Could Never Love Me.

This Was Good, Except That Now I Had Two Crazed, Burning Zombies Standing Between Me And The Exit, Plus Another One That Wasn’t On Fire. I Had Not Thought This Plan Through At All.

My Mom Has A Tape From When I Was, Like, 2 Years Old, Talking With My Grandma, Telling Her A Story That's Really Elaborate About Werewolves And Wolves.

His Lips Brushed Against Mine. Delicately At First, Almost Testing To See If This Was Real.