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“I like you,” she says quietly. “A lot.”
Something flashes through me— something terrifying. A rush of feeling. A lick of fire. Joy. And then denial, denial, fast and hard.
“You’re sorry? I could’ve killed you.”
And even then, even in this horrible, unbelievable moment, she has the audacity to look me in the eye and say: “I doubt that.”
But in an instant, her smile is gone. And when she goes suddenly pale, when her eyes pull together in concern— I feel the tiniest bit better. I know it sounds strange, but there’s something reassuring about her reaction; it means that at least something is right with the world. Because I knew. I knew that, unlike everyone else, she’d see right away that I wasn’t okay. That I’m not okay. No superpowers necessary.
And somehow, that means everything.
“Ella, love, please— let me kill him.”
I hear J laugh, which is sweet, actually, because it’s clear she thinks Warner’s joking. Me, on the other hand— I’m pretty sure he’s not.
“Kenji?” I hear some kind of shuffle, and my heart picks up. J always comes through. She always comes through.
Sometimes I feel so alone in this world I can’t even breathe.
“You were looking at her like you were in love with her!”
“Jesus Christ, woman, I look at you like I’m in love with you!”
“I kissed you. Did you think I was a machine then, too?”
My mind goes suddenly blank. “Maybe?”
I only know that I must be a real piece of shit, because anyone who can make Nazeera Ibrahim cry is probably some kind of monster. I didn’t even think Nazeera could cry. I didn’t know she still did that.
"I don't want the cold, calculating person you have to be for everyone else. This version of you is cruel and unfeeling and loyal to no one. You're not a nice person, Nazeera. You're mean and condescending and arrogant. But all of that would be tolerable, I swear, if I felt like you had a heart in there somewhere. Because if we're going to be friends—if we're going to be anything—I need to be able to trust you. And I don't trust friendships of convenience. I don't trust machines."
She drives me insane. I don’t even know why I like her so much. But I have no control over how my body reacts when she’s around. It’s wild and illogical and I love it. I hate it.
Her eyes are big and bright and she’s staring at me like she’s just a girl and I’m just a guy and we’re not both just a pair of dumbasses headed directly for the sun.
Like we’re not both murderers, more or less.
"Everyone is used to seeing me
smiling, being goofy. I’m the fun guy, the easygoing guy. I’m the one
everyone can count on for a good laugh. When I’m sad or pissed off no one
knows what to do with me."
“She’s not coming,” Warner shouts. “Go away,”
I’m not going anywhere. I shout back. “I want to talk to Juliette. Ella. Jello. Whatever.”
“Ella, love, please- let me kill him.”