CrossroadsCrossroads by thomastapir
"Honey." He rubbed her shoulder, then brushed his hand across her face. "Time to get up."
"I don't wanna go out there," she mumbled. "The animals are weird."
"They're not weird. They're aliens."
"That's the weird part."
He smiled. "It's an alien planet. It would be weird if they weren't aliens. They're normal for here."
"You think it's normal for an animal's neck to be a solid bone with porcupine quills growing out of it?"
"Well of course it sounds weird if you put it that way."
"I don't wanna be here anymore," she whispered.
The statement hung in the air. He pulled his hand away.
"What do you want to do?" he asked gently. "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't know. I just don't...I can't stay here anymore. I don't like weird things the way you do." She paused. "Everything you like is weird."
"I like you, and you're not weird."
"Yes I am."
The knot in his stomach tightened as she reached for the bottle of pills.
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