JulianaChapter 8
People who find an excitement in life that we don't understand, we like to call kinky. We label them to separate their supposed aberration from our presumed normality. What are we afraid of? Juliana stared at the quiet head on the pillow, swathed in bandages. He looked younger than she remembered. A few more days and they would wake him up. She sat back in the chair, closing her eyes. She listened to the beeps and sounds of the machines. Would he be the same man she knew after he woke up?...