EMILY
“It must feel amazing, doesn't it?” Jonathan inquired, now sitting as he stared squarely at me, those kind eyes of his resting on me. “I get it, it's a lot of pressure and it's hard, I know all of that. But you get to do these things that some of us can't even think of. I, uh, that has to feel good. At least, at some point in your life it did, eh?”
My lower lip slightly pouted, I answered, “Abso-f*****g-lutely! It did feel good while growing up, you know. Being able to levitate while snacking on chips is a premium pleasure that almost nobody else gets to enjoy.” I laid back, my back now resting against the not-very-clean floor of the cabin's veranda. “But you know what? I probably haven't told anyone- besides Nolan- that I still do enjoy using my powers.”
A hint of smile on his f
