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made the switch from hating myself to accepting myself.
When it became okay for me to choose my own life.
Winston leads me to the room I met him in. The same white
walls. The same small bed. Only this time, Adam and Kenji
are waiting inside. My heart kicks into gear and I’m
suddenly nervous.
Adam is up. He’s standing on his own and he looks perfect.
Beautiful. Unharmed. There’s not a single drop of blood on
his body. He walks forward with only a slight discomfort,
smiles at me with no difficulty. His skin is a little paler than
normal, but positively radiant compared to his complexion
the night we arrived. His natural tan offsets a pair of eyes a
shade of blue in a midnight sky.
“Juliette,” he says.
I can’t stop staring at him. Marveling at him. Amazed by
how incredible it feels to know that he’s all right. “Hey.” I
manage to smile.
“Good morning to you, too,” Kenji interjects.
I startle. I’m pinker than a summer sunset, and shrinking
just as quickly. “Oh, hi.” I wave a limp hand in his direction.
He snorts.
“All right. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Winston walks
toward one of the walls, which turns out to be a closet.
There’s one pop of color inside. He pulls it off the hanger.
“Can I, uh, have a moment alone with her?”
Winston takes off his glasses. Rubs his eyes. “I need to
follow protocol. I have to explain everything—”
“I know—that’s fine,” Adam says. “You can do it after. I just
need a minute, I promise. I haven’t really had a chance to
talk to her since we got here.”
Winston frowns. Looks at me. Looks at Adam. Sighs.
“All right. But then we’ll be back. I need to make sure
everything fits and I have to check the—”
“Perfect. That sounds great. Thanks, man—” And he’s
shoving them out the door.