When I was drowning, I never felt more alive. Gods, I can’t really explain it. Not in a way anyone else would understand.
But here. Imagine this: you’re a bird and when you’re flying is the only time you’ve ever felt safe, only for your wings to be ripped off suddenly, without care. In free fall, you shiver and scream in fear—but adrenaline rushes through your veins like it hasn’t in years. Suddenly, you’re addicted to this feeling of helplessness. Suddenly, you’re okay with dying, if only because this feeling wouldn’t exist otherwise.
Now, get back in my shoes. I’m sitting here, at the bottom of the lake, fine as any other fish. In an instant, I shriek. Shriek because all of a sudden, I’m drowning. A son of Poseidon.
Why are my lungs collapsing? …show more content…
D. It’s not really a joke though, and damn, I would die if Jason actually did do that. Kissed me. Life would be complete and I would no longer be drowning.
The bed dips as a new weight lands on top of it. My body freezes, reflexes telling me to fight some monster instantly. I almost move to do it, but then blond superman moves on top of me, and I can only look confused right back at him. Jason’s eyes are dark. I gulp, unsure.
“What are you doing? Bro?” I don’t get an answer. Jason just keeps looking at me, and then he moves. His lips meet mine—it’s beyond electric and his chapped lips feel like home—and everything suddenly clicks in the world like oh. I think I tried to say it, too, “Oh.” But instead, it comes out like a broken moan, and I’m kissing back and he responds and everything’s perfect and the drowning is replaced by a kaleidoscope of butterflies. It’s like flying, like being caught in a net, this little kiss of ours. It evolves. We get lost in the night.
Later, I realize he responded. It’s perfect.
“Kissing
But here. Imagine this: you’re a bird and when you’re flying is the only time you’ve ever felt safe, only for your wings to be ripped off suddenly, without care. In free fall, you shiver and scream in fear—but adrenaline rushes through your veins like it hasn’t in years. Suddenly, you’re addicted to this feeling of helplessness. Suddenly, you’re okay with dying, if only because this feeling wouldn’t exist otherwise.
Now, get back in my shoes. I’m sitting here, at the bottom of the lake, fine as any other fish. In an instant, I shriek. Shriek because all of a sudden, I’m drowning. A son of Poseidon.
Why are my lungs collapsing? …show more content…
D. It’s not really a joke though, and damn, I would die if Jason actually did do that. Kissed me. Life would be complete and I would no longer be drowning.
The bed dips as a new weight lands on top of it. My body freezes, reflexes telling me to fight some monster instantly. I almost move to do it, but then blond superman moves on top of me, and I can only look confused right back at him. Jason’s eyes are dark. I gulp, unsure.
“What are you doing? Bro?” I don’t get an answer. Jason just keeps looking at me, and then he moves. His lips meet mine—it’s beyond electric and his chapped lips feel like home—and everything suddenly clicks in the world like oh. I think I tried to say it, too, “Oh.” But instead, it comes out like a broken moan, and I’m kissing back and he responds and everything’s perfect and the drowning is replaced by a kaleidoscope of butterflies. It’s like flying, like being caught in a net, this little kiss of ours. It evolves. We get lost in the night.
Later, I realize he responded. It’s perfect.
“Kissing