#aranece

Se è successo, è successo una volta. Adesso tutto è memoria – lui tagliava un’arancia: la buccia intatta, poi il coltello, lo spicchio gelato sollevato alla mia bocca, la sua bocca, la fine membrana tra di noi, l’arancia squisita, lingua, arancia, la mia nudità e la sua, il modo in cui mi ha spinto contro il frigo – Ora sento ancora le sue mani, il bacio che non durò, ma che mandò neuroni gemelli a balenare folli sulla corteccia. L’amore è spietato, il modo in cui penetra e continua ad emettere luce. Accanto alla stufa mangiammo un’arancia. E c’erano fiori viola sul tavolo. Era solo questione di ore.

Okay here it is. Your choice. It’ s simple. Her or me. And I’m sure she’ s really great. But Tony, I love you, in a really, really big – pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window – unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.

    “YES - fine, Scott and I... USED TO work together.” Work together. Hookup. Same thing, really. 

+ The truth in Normie’s words was hard for her to avoid. How many times had she’d tried to make a difference in the world, only to have something go wrong, or some minor detail come back later to haunt her. In some instances, the implications had been enough to almost overwhelm her entire life; the Carnage symbiote and Benjy being a prime example she likewise couldn’t avoid.

Did that mean it wasn’t worth it ? Mayday couldn’t accept that. She wouldn’t.

  “NEW U WAS A SET BACK!”