Celeste
The tears won't stop coming. All of this is too overwhelming and too displacing. In the past seven hours I have been present during an unlawful protest, I have been an accomplice to arson, I have been an obstruction to state-sanctioned justice, I have lied to my superior, I have discovered that Matthew isn't a human, I have been an accessory to murder. I become more and more hysterical as I hypothesize other ways I could break the law, knowingly and unknowingly, before the end of the day. At this point I feel like a career criminal despite being unseasoned for such a lifestyle.
Matthew swims to the perimeter of the bowl, struggling to get his footing as he touches ground, having to put his hands on the gravel near my knees to raise himself out of the water. He makes an offhand c
