His hand caresses my cheek. His cheek. Our cheek.

There is no he anymore. There is no me. There is only us. Only we.

We are a distorted amalgamation of flesh and bone, of hair and teeth, of blood and bile, melded together into a single, chimeric organism.

The cross-cellular therapy was supposed to bring us closer together. And it did. But not like we expected. We were seeking spiritual synchronization, a shared consciousness, a perfect love. Not this.

Now, we are one. One body. One breath. Everything we do, we do for each other.

We have no other choice.

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