I’ve been waiting for this day for months.

( I twirl the scalpel in my fingers, reveling in the way the light of my basement reflects off the smooth metal. )

The two of you walk out of class together, joking and laughing and carrying on. You exchange Invader Zim quotes back and forth, she clutching to her sketch book to her chest and you holding your notebook to your own.

( A writer and an artist. )