Head of Zeus – Aries Fiction

When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.

Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.

keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.

Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.

The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.

The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble

You are formally invited

“Like, you’ve got to have a trust fund, right? So what the hell were you doing working at a video store? What were you trying to prove to your mom? To yourself? And why the hell do you live in a low-end apartment complex in Linden?”

How does this girl know where she lives—actually, where she used to live, since Brad has thrown her out?

clenched her torso,

missiles at his face