Part 3
Now that I’m awake, Tobin doesn’t leave my side. He shows me pictures of the two of us in places I have never been, and he tells me who we were before the culling. We met when we were kids, he says, and he fell for me the moment he first laid eyes on me. I’m beautiful, he insists, the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, and the memory of our first kiss still makes him weak.
Me? I want to ask. Are you sure you mean me? I can’t imagine kissing him. I can’t remember what love is, let alone what it feels like to kiss someone, and here he says he can never forget my lips on his. I want him to kiss me now, just to see what it’s like, but Naphalie’s still in the room, the wound on my hip almost sutured completely beneath her careful ministrations, so I don’t ask.
“Do you remember the h
