It Is Impossible To Erase My Choices.

I Point At A Window To My Left, And It Explodes. Particles Of Glass Rain Over Us. ‘you’ll Have To Do Better Than That,' I Say.

I Just Wanted To Thank You' He Says, His Voice Low. 'a Group Of Scientists Told You That My Genes Were Damaged, That There Was Something Wrong With Me - They Showed You The Test Results That Proved It. And Even I Started To Believe It.' He Touches My Face, His Thumb Skimming My Cheekbone, And His Eyes Are On Mine, Intense And Insistent. 'you Never Believed It,' He Says 'not For A Second. You Always Insisted I Was... I Don't Know, Whole.

And Is It Selfish Of Me To Crave Victory, Or Is It Brave?

I Think They're Going To Force Us To Eat Lots Of Cake And Then Take An Unreasonably Long Nap.

I Am Proud. It Will Get Me Into Trouble Someday, But Today It Makes Me Brave