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this giddiness inside me that makes me smile.
    “ I'm
a good listener. I don't mind. It's a lot like reading books, peeking
into other people's lives.”
    He lowers his hands to my
shoulders and I feel like melting inside.
    Am I actually attracted to
him?
    He stretches out a hand and
a wildflower comes floating through the air. He grabs my hand with
his free one, turns it palm up, and the wildflower lands slowly on
it.
    This guy's good.
    “ This
is a great pick-up trick. Bet it works every time.”
    He laughs. “Is it
working with you?”
    “ I
didn't say that.” I try to keep a straight face but fail when
he looks at me with his lovely hazel eyes and that sadness deep
inside that's calling my name.
    What a perfect tragic
romantic hero he'd make.
    All I want to do is run into
his arms screaming 'Let me love you!' and write fan-fics where he
always gets the girl.
    There's an awkward moment
when I think he's going to kiss me and dammit did I want him to take
that step.
    It doesn't happen. He's
serious and collected and pulls back to say, “I know we barely
know each other and that you may find me untrustworthy, yet I'd like
to keep seeing you.”
    This feels weird. Is he-?
    I want to frown at him,
narrow my eyes and make him feel like a perv or something, say
something snarky but...
    Why can't I come up with
even a nice curse word?
    Can I fight this?
    The sun flickers.
    “ What
are you doing?” His smile's fading into a frown.
    The grass under us changes
from bright green to a grayish one.
    “ What
are you doing?”
    “ This
isn't- Why-?”
    The sun flickers again.
    Catch the tiger by the toe!
    Then I feel it, the landing
back on my feet and his hand backing away from me.
    “ You
bastard!” I swat his arm a little too hard and he flinches.
    “ I'm
sorry!”
    “ No
you're not, you... You...”
    The day may look a little
less bright, but his eyes are the same.
    “ I'm
sorry. I meant everything I said.”
    Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
    “ You're
going to pay for this.”
    “ You
did something.” He's confused, his eyes wandering from our
surroundings to his hands to my eyes.
    “ I didn't do shit. You said you wouldn't do it again.”
    “ I'm
sorry!” His mouth opens and closes reflexively, trying to say
something that refuses to come out. “You did do something. You
fought it. How?”
    This time I’m the one
who starts for the trees.
    “ Does
it matter? I'm out. Fuck you and your fantasies and your superpowers
and...” ...those lovely hazel eyes...
    AGH.
    And to think I wanted him to
kiss me.
    Did I? Or was it the
fantasy?
    “ Wait!
Giana, please.” He's trailing me.
    “ Fuck
off.”
    No, I felt it. I walk
through the trees and the grass, recalling what happened and yes, I
felt it.
    It was real. For me, at
least. Completely real.
    And it feels kinda good that
he's still following me. He'd make a nice little dog.
    I stop, turn around, and
he's so close he's almost thrown backwards.
    “ I'm
sorry.” Sad puppy eyes...
    ...that have no effect on me
right now. “No shit.”
    “ Giana,
please, be reasonable.” He's begging. I like begging. What
woman doesn't like begging?
    I can't kid myself. This has
grown out of proportion.
    “ I'm
not the one doing the mind raping.”
    “ THE
WHAT?!”
    “ Dude,
you're fucking with my brain. That's not nice.”
    “ It
isn't rape ,”
he says the word with disgust. “And you needed it.”
    “ You
don't know shit about what I need.” I straighten my back and
cross my arms. We're in the middle of this park's dead zone, the
perfect place to vent. “Wanna know what I need? I need two
months worth of rent so I don't find Mr. Brown-fucking-stone has
decided my already scarce furniture looks better on the street. I
need another solution for saving the bookstore my mother put so much
time and effort into and has no idea is bankrupt other than arson. I
need a bottle of ever-refilling vodka, a pack of cigarettes, and a
night of rough, mind-blowing sex.”
    That throws him out of