I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

Endeared, I point back at the smirk worn on her lips, wondering how
I ever thought she could become background noise when she’s so
obviously a chorus.
“I stole it from you.”
Nights till the escape: 4
C is a philosopher without a mouth. He thinks. Constantly. But he
never shares a single thought.
He and I wend down the halls to his echo appointment. Earlier, he
said his chest felt funny, kept on scraping his sternum, gliding his
tongue over sore gums.
“It sounds like effects in space movies,” Neo says as he, Sony,
Hikari, and I sit along the wall inside an exam room. C lies on his
side, arm over his head, skin soaked with ultrasound gel as Eric
swipes the transducer over his chest.
“If you’re lucky, some space movie director will buy the tapes,” Sony
says, eyes glued to the screen. “You get enough echoes done for all
nine Star Wars movies and the stand-alones.”
“I didn’t peg you for a nerd Sony,” C smirks.
“So what if I am?”
“You getting humble on me?”
“Humble!? Eric, shove that thing down his throat at once.”
Eric clicks a few keys on the computer. “I assume I would get a
better image, but let’s not risk it.”
C rolls his eyes, appreciating the distraction as he looks up at the
ultrasound for himself. It’s humbling to witness your own organs. It’s
chilling