Oxymoron
By Bryony Stellar. TTSOT Babes.
"I wish you wouldn't play with my hair, Lydia, it's rather annoying."
"You like it. I can read you like a book, Pride."
"You... you can?"
"Yes. You know that," I laughed at her stupidity.
"Of course. The whole 'I'm the mind-reading-death-zombie' thing,"
"Correct," I raised one eyebrow. "You don't like the mind-reading, do you?"
"What ever gave you that idea, Lyds?" and she laughed her tinkly zombie laugh. It was funny how we were so different, yet so alike. Oxymoronic, even.
I dropped the strand of Pride's hair I had hold of, and got up.
So different. Maybe I wasn't what we'd assumed. Maybe I was different.