// m //
while bigots decide our fate
i talk to jackson.
"so, how are you?"
Jackson looks at me and we both laugh.
"not entirely good at the moment. we are kind of being persecuted right now so that's one of the things that may or may not be bugging me."
"other than an actual bug. those cells were disgusting."
Jackson laughs loudly this time, and they all look at us.
Jackson becomes like a statue. he has stage fright.
I grab his hand.
"let them stare at you and realize you're beautiful."
he breathes out.
