Glass (Crank 2)

about? Who said you were going

to die? Never mind. Don’t

tell me. Your loving mother.

“Forget about my mother.

Do I look like I’m going

to die? I feel good, but I look rough.

Don’t I? Tell me the truth, okay?”

That’s what I say. But he

knows what I need to hear.

Kristina, I don’t know what

your mom had to say to you,

but you are beautiful. Incredible. If

you died, it would break me in two.

You taught me what love is.

How could I live without you?

He kisses me, and it’s better

than our very first kiss because

I know it means more than his just

wanting to get into my pants. It’s

affirmation. After all these

months, all the good and bad,

he really does love me.

As much—or more—as

I love him. That makes everything

worth it—the lying. The stealing.

The leaving others in my

dust. The inseparable guilt.

Guilty

Ka-ching! Guilty? You betcha. Fact

is, I’m going to get guiltier, soon