Chapter One
See All Better …
Great.
The sun was peeking through the clouds.
I hate the sun.
I prefer the gray. Easier on the eyes. Easier on the …
Well, … I prefer gray.
Matches my mood.
I hate the sun.
Then, I hate a lot of things.
Platitudes.
"It'll get better."
"Things always work out."
"You can't see it now. But, there's a reason it turned out this way."
"Maybe it's for the best, this way."
"You need to move forward."
Fuck you.
I almost smile at that.
Fuck you.
Humanity's second greatest contribution to the universe. The word fuck.
Maybe the third greatest. I guess the Crucible is, was a great thing. Not to me, but the rest of the galaxy likes it.
I hate it. I fucking hate it.
That makes it a bit better. Just add fuck, and things are better.
If you have to ask me why I hate the Crucible, then you're an idiot. Eh, make it you're a fucking idiot.
I smile as I kick a rock into a pile of rubble, see, that made it all better.
Just add fuck.