narcissa

And she said "it's difficult having you here inside my lungs, stop smoking, stop humming through my lips, down my wet throat. Maybe it would be better, if not different, if you lay on my bed and materialised."

It was too early to say whether Angela would be beautiful, even when most of her bandages had been removed and she had exclaimed about the novelty flatness of her stomach. She was still on a liquid diet, unable to exercise or start an eating regime with her designated personal trainer. She could wait, though. To look like she was gonna look, she could wait for years if she needed to. Buddy, it's taken long enough to get here.