"Do you wanna know how I got started on it?"
I could feel his cheek nod against the slick flesh of my thigh. Florida's sunshine had been getting to the both of us, so we'd collapsed in front of the A/C unit, barely clothed and exhausted from the heat. I could feel the beads of sweat gathering at the bottom of my neck, slipping down my spine to collect again at the small of my back.
"I had this boyfriend that promised me the world. The entire fucking planet, mind you. 'All you have do', he would say, 'all you have to do is follow the silver lining. And we'll have it all.' "
He looked up at me with an emptiness I knew intimately, an emptiness I carried around with me in my stomach, in my throat, in my hands.
"So he taught me how to cook ice. Cook it and pour that sticky-sweet candy right down my veins. From then on out the clouds never looked the same."
He pulled me tenderly into his lap, kissing the nape of my neck.
"And now you're hollow like me." His breath made my voice catch in my throat, tears burning at the edge of my eyelids.
"Yeah." I whispered.
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