Only We

Originally published in Love Me, Love Me Not by Black Hare Press

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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