I don't want to trust Marvel, not after what happened.
How the connection between us was broken I couldn't recall, but one moment we were apart, and the next we were morphed into a single being. When the warmth of our bodies met, he gave me hope like he always did before the friction.
The greatest predictor of future behavior is past behavior, that's why I never want to get attached to people who hurt me over and over, failing to learn even a little from each life lesson - that's not a good idea.
But, since his possession turned into poison, my mind cycled through emotions faster than my body could process. I went from calm to turbulent - fighting a mixture of competing emotions, each of them vying for dominance. My days should have stretched ahead with possibilities - get my jobs done, connect with my family, enjoy nature - yet the mission was a thin veil of trauma over my life and even the smallest of mistakes changed my emotional landscape.
