I don't know how I ended up on the ground. But suddenly that's where I was, sitting with my back to the wall, only a few feet from where they'd been kissing.
Auden sat next to me. I still couldn't look at him. Not that I wanted him to go-but I didn't want him to stay, either. I didn't want anything except to not know. My brain was a computer: It should have been possible to delete.
"He's not good enough for you," Auden said finally.
I wanted to laugh. Such a lame cliche. True-but still lame.
"And your sister...You know she didn't mean what she said."
"She meant it," I said flatly. Zo had only told one lie that afternoon-that she didn't hate me. Because obviously she did. Fine. That made us even.
"Okay, so she's a bitch and he's an asshole." Auden looked hopeful. "Does that help?"
I had to laugh. "No. But thank you."
"Do you think-No, never mind."
"What?" I asked.
"It's none of my business."
"Auden, I think we've just established you're the only one I've got. So if it's not your business, then whose would it be?"
"I was just wondering..." He hesitated. "I mean, you're obviously upset."
"You noticed."
"Is it because you still...I mean, if Walker wanted to get back together, would you...?"
"You want to know if I'm still in love with him?" I asked.
He nodded. "But like I say, it's not really my business, so..."
"It's fine." I just wasn't sure how to answer. "I'm over him, I think," I said, and it felt true. "If he was with someone else, anyone but-" I couldn't say it out loud. Instead I lowered my head and pressed the heels of my hands over my eyes. "What he said, about being willing to try? He was. And what if he's the only one who...What if no other guy...I mean, who would want me like this?"
His hand brushed my neck, flitted to my shoulder, then disappeared. "He's not the only one."
"Whatever."
"No. Lia. I've been waiting to-I mean, I didn't know how-I have to tell you-" The hand was back, resting firmly on my shoulder this time, heavy. "He's not the only one who would. Want you. Like this."
Shit.
"Auden, you don't have to-"
But he wouldn't stop.
"I know you probably don't see me like that," he said, talking quickly, like if he paused for breath he wouldn't get himself going again, although I guess that was too much to ask for. "But I think you're amazing and when I'm with you, it's like we really understand each other, you know, and I think you're beautiful, you're more beautiful like this than you ever were before-"
Not now, I thought, furious with him, furious with myself. Not now, when I need you. Don't do this.
"I know I shouldn't say anything, I know, I always say something, I always ruin things, I should just let it happen, but I can't let you think that no one would-because I would, I do, I just..." His entire body had gone rigid. "What do you think?"
"I'm a little...This has been a weird day for me," I said, stalling. "You know, with-" I glanced toward the spot they'd been leaning against, where I imagined I could still see their afterimage bright against the bricks.
"I know." He shook himself all over. "I know. It was stupid. Bad timing."
Damn right. But, "No, it's okay."
"It's not okay. It's stupid. I shouldn't have thought-"
I kissed him.
Because he wanted me to. Because he wanted me. Because no one else did. Because he'd saved me, more than once.
Because why not?
And in the fairy tale that's it, the end, happily ever after.
In the fairy tale they never mention the part about your tongues scraping against each other or your foreheads bumping or your nose getting bent and flattened or his tongue just sitting there in your mouth, limp and wet, and then spinning around like a pinwheel, bouncing back and forth between your fake palate and your porcelain teeth. In the fairy tale they never mention how it tastes, although to me it didn't taste like anything at all.
I'm not saying he was a bad kisser.
I'm not saying he was great, because he wasn't. But I'm not saying it was his fault, even though maybe it was. Or maybe it was mine.
I'm just saying it was bad.
Worse than bad. It was nothing. Like kissing my own balled-up fist, as I'd done for practice when I was a kid. I wanted not to care, to just go with it, because it would have been so easy, it would have made him happy, and it would have made me...not alone.
When our faces separated, he was smiling, his eyes glazed and dewy, his mouth half open, like he wasn't sure whether to speak or to lunge in for another round.
"I'm sorry," I said as gently as I could. "I can't."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No!" I said quickly. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
He sagged, a deflated balloon. "I should have known you would never...not with me."
"It's not that," I said. "It's just too much right now."
"You don't have to say that," he said bitterly. "I know I'm not Walker. I do have a mirror, you know. I get it."
"It not you." I wanted to touch him, to shake him. "Everything's so...screwed up. And I'm"-I gestured down at myself, at the body-"I'm different. We're different, and I don't think the two of us..."
"Is this about what that guy said? Jude?" Auden's fingers flickered across the bandage on his palm. "I told you, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
"It's not about what he said. It's what I know. This wouldn't work. And if it didn't..." Now I did touch him-I took his hand. He pulled away. "I don't want to mess this up, what we have. I can't risk that."
"Why not?" He was edging toward a whine. "If you really want something, sometimes it's worth taking a chance."
But what if you really didn't want something?
"It's not going to work, Auden."
"Because you don't want it to work," he snapped.
"Because it won't!" Why couldn't he just let it go? "Stop pushing it!"
"I know you're scared," he said. "I'm scared too. But we can try this together. We can."
I needed to make him stop. And I was pretty sure I knew how to do it.
"Why do you really want this so bad?" I asked in a low voice. "Is it me, or is it this stupid body?"
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Admit it, you're obsessed with what I am, with what it's like being a mech, with everything about it-"
"Because I'm your friend," he protested. "Because I care!"
"But that came later. You were obsessed before-before you even knew me. You couldn't stay away."
"So I was curious! So what? And you know I was just trying to help."
"Maybe-or maybe you've got some weird mech fetish. And you can't stop until you know how everything works, right?"
He drew himself up very straight and very still. "I can't believe you would say that."
I couldn't believe it either. And I couldn't keep going, even if it was the one thing guaranteed to drive him away. Because I didn't want him to go away. I just wanted him to shut up and leave it alone.
"I didn't mean it," I admitted.
"I would never..." I could barely hear him. "That's not who I am."
"I know."
Then neither of us said anything. We just sat with our backs to the wall and our shoulders almost, but not quite, touching.
"I shouldn't have pushed," he said, finally cutting through the dead air.
"I shouldn't have said that to you. That was cruel."
Another long pause.
"We would never have been friends, would we, if it weren't for your accident," he said, asking a question that wasn't a question. "We probably would have graduated without ever having a single conversation."
I kept staring straight ahead. "Probably."
"And even if we had talked..."
"You would have hated me," I said. "Shallow, superficial bitch, remember?"
"You wouldn't have bothered to hate me. It wouldn't have been worth it to you."
I didn't deny it.
"But I'm different now," I said. "Everything's different."
"I know. But would you keep it that way?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you had a choice, if you could go backward. Would you want to be the old Lia Kahn again, with your old life and your old friends-or stay like this, who you are now?" Stay with me, he didn't say, but it was all over his face.
"Auden-"
"Don't lie," he said. "Please."
I didn't even have to think about it. "I'd go back. Of course I'd go back."
"Even if it meant losing-"
"No matter what it meant," I said firmly. "If I could have my body back, my life back, don't you think I'd want it? No matter what?"
"No matter what." He stood up. "Good to know."
"Auden, that's not fair. You can't expect me to-"
"I don't expect anything."
"Don't go," I said. "Not like this."
"I can't stay," he said. "Not like this."
He left. I stayed. Maybe I should have tried, I thought. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was me.
Before, rejecting guys had been easy-and I'd had a lot of practice. Before, I knew what it felt like when it felt right. I knew what I wanted. And I knew there would always be someone new who would want me.
Before.
He's just not my type, I thought. Too scrawny. Too intense. Too weird.
But I couldn't be sure. Walker was my type-and I didn't want him, either. Not really. Not anymore.
Maybe I wasn't programmed to want. Maybe that was just something else lost, like running, like music. Something else that had slipped through the cracks of their scanning and modeling. Maybe it was one of those intangibles-like a soul, like free will-that didn't exist, not physically, and so wasn't supposed to exist at all.
CONTROL AND RELEASE.