This was new.
It was the first time she'd ever met someone she felt so...
so...
something.
She couldn't name it.
But it was knew.
She'd never known it.
She'd never felt it.
She didn't understand it.
Maybe that's why she craved it.
It was new, it was different, it was something she couldn't comprehend.
She couldn't help it.
She was addicted. And she had not a scrap of displeasure within her.
That word. Addicted. Good. Bad. Neither. Both. She was sure it meant everything and nothing. Because it did.
In another life, she would have been on a plane. She would be flying away, trying to get away from that thing. Such a fool. That was what chemicals were built for - wasn't it? They took thoughts away, and just let you drift. Feeling oh so nice without any reason. Before you crashed.
Before you had to find more. Before you had to dodge lights and sounds, before you had to pretend you couldn't be more normal. Before.
She didn't like to think about that life.
If she remembered any of them at all.
But this one.
This was different.
This was new.
It was interesting.
It was infuriating.
And she loved it.
She felt like a child again.
She felt like she could be just who she looked like.
For a time, she was.
She was 14. And 15. And 16. And 17. And she was riding a roller coaster she couldn't see.
And then.
She lived.
She lived and for the first time in over 100,000 years she lived.
She lived.
And she remembered.
And she forgot.
And she became.
She was.
She felt.
She is.
She is not.
She will never be.
She always will be.
Human.
