I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

both my pockets.
“I shouldn’t.”
Between my thumb and forefinger, my succulent peeks, only its
container concealed. In the other pocket, Hikari’s note sits folded in
my palm. Last night, I was supposed to meet her in our old
cardiology wing, but I couldn’t summon the courage.
“Why?” Neo asks.
“She’s scary.”
“Aren’t I scary?”
“No. You’re small.”
He grumbles. “She doesn’t want to bite you. What the hell are you
scared of?”
“I don’t know what she wants.”
“I’ve never understood what it is you want.”
“Wanting is useless for someone like me.”
Neo looks up from his writing, waiting for me to look at him too.
“Someone like us, you mean,” he says, his voice gaining an edge.
“Sorry.”
“Sony wants to play with her kids and the freedom to do whatever
and go wherever she pleases,” he goes on, bypassing the awkward
pause that would’ve been. “I want at least a part of me to be
immortal, and Coeur wants–well–”
“Shitty music?”