[ Despite what an outside observer to this conversation might believe, Julie is not a complete idiot. Something is off here; she knows that these answers don't make sense, that even near-death experiences (or actual death) don't change people so deeply, so quickly.
They don't give people eyes like empty, gaping maws.
But something inside her has always been weak for the wrong choice. Drawn to the worst decision like a moth to the brightest flame. Absolutely hypnotized by it.
Without thinking, her hand goes to the back of his head, fingers curling in his short hair. Electricity prickles across her skin and raises her hair on end. The club lights flash, the music changes.
She inhales sharply and lets her head drop to the other side, neck bared. Where she still has one hand on his arm, she digs into his bicep with her nails.
The sludge fills her mind again, makes her feel dark and heavy and pliant. This is good. This is right. ]
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They don't give people eyes like empty, gaping maws.
But something inside her has always been weak for the wrong choice. Drawn to the worst decision like a moth to the brightest flame. Absolutely hypnotized by it.
Without thinking, her hand goes to the back of his head, fingers curling in his short hair. Electricity prickles across her skin and raises her hair on end. The club lights flash, the music changes.
She inhales sharply and lets her head drop to the other side, neck bared. Where she still has one hand on his arm, she digs into his bicep with her nails.
The sludge fills her mind again, makes her feel dark and heavy and pliant. This is good. This is right. ]