Sorry for no updates on my book, just need a schedule. Life decided to the train, the person tying me to the tracks, AND the impact themselves. So, here is this MCQ short I created awhile ago while I get my stuff together.
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"What do you want, Fresh?"
"...What do I want? What do you mean?" Fresh asked, generally perplexed by the question.
"Yes. What do you want? You are always doing what other people want of you. You always act how other people want you to act. You constantly adapt and change yourself FOR other people. So, what do YOU want?" Fresh stayed silent.
"Ya know that's not true. Error, for example, always changes what he wants from me. Those changes always contradict whatever he originally wanted from me. He would fight with me because I didn't pretend. But then I started to. Now he fights that I'm not genuine. I can't exactly do what he wants me to, therefore I don't act how everyone wants me to act." He deflected your question entirely, looking away.
"What do you want." This is no longer a question. What do you want Fresh? He stays silent as my glare pierces through him. We remained this way until finally, I sighed. Frustrated with both him and this conversation, I turned to leave.
"Nothing." I stop.
"What?" I turned back around. Fresh had his skull toward the ground, brows furrowed, frowning.
"I want nothing. I need certain things, but ultimately I want nothing. I CAN'T want anything. I get interested in things, but that's the extent of it." Now it's my turn to stay silent. I walked up to him, a few inches taller and gently grabbed his glasses. Fresh's bonebrow flies up his face in surprise as I take his glass off. His eyelights are a beautiful shade of magenta, yet so dull. Eyelight no longer pinpricks, but instead full. I cup his face in my hands, leaning down and pressing my forehead against his. His breath hitches.
"When are you going to stop pretending?" He blinks.
"When others allow me too."
