"She knows me." Jason looks away, his eyes full with a sudden burn. Eighteen years on this Earth, and yet he's missed so many of them, buried in the ground or in his own head, a waking coma stealing time he might have taken to learn, to mature. He's still boyish in ways Jason's yet too young to recognize, and he pushes at an eye with the heel of his hand, angry to find it wet.
She knows me and she likes me anyway. "Do you know how rare that is?"
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Date: 2012-02-07 12:05 am (UTC)She knows me and she likes me anyway. "Do you know how rare that is?"