“I wish the machines could be off forever, I wish the power never had to come back on… I hate reality. I hate all the light and the noise, I hate being able to see… And I hate myself.”
The fire crackled one last time then died…
“What about kissing?” he said.
“What about kissing?”
“Do you hate kissing?”
He took her hand.
“Don’t you think that kissing is the single most beautiful thing two people can ever do to each other?”
“Yes,” she said, “yes, I do… yes.”
They kissed. They kissed for a long time. They kissed as if they had been waiting to kiss their whole, entire lives…
She watched him close his eyes. She saw the dream inside his head.
“If I kiss your lipstick off, will you take me to bed?”
– Blackout. Week 15.
Excerpt from chapter 37. 101 second sample: