Living with a God
I shied, glancing on the other side.
"They realized you don't need to compete with the others," he said, touching my hair, tugging a lock behind my ear. "They want you and want all by themselves."
Why does he always feel cold to the touch?
I turned my back on him, to the glass walls, and wanted to stare back at Kurai, but there is no other reflection than mine on the glass. He is right to what I thought now.
"So, you are a god," I believe what happened today wasn't just mere luck, or even to my new voice. I didn't wait for him to say something, "that tongue, does it belong to someone else? someone who died?"
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