“You,” I say, and I actually say it, because I want him in the same way I wanted Genevieve when I was straight, and the same way I wanted Collin months ago. Except I want—no—need him more than the others. “And if that’s something you’re not ready for, I think I need a little space to try and forget these feelings.”

“Okay.” Thomas stands and gives my resting hand a fist bump. He looks at me—finally—and I know I’m punishing him just as much as I’m punishing myself. “I wasn’t just self-diagnosing myself while you were laid out. I was distracting myself however I could because thinking of you never waking up and being okay was fucking killing me. I missed you and I hope that’s okay to say.”

Then he leaves and I feel like the biggest idiot in the universe.

3

DEAD END

   When Genevieve comes in, she sits down on the bed and holds my hand like we didn’t break up the last time we saw each other. She asks me how I’m feeling. I tell her I’m okay, when I’m really still struggling with Thomas walking out of my life, but it seems like too much to share that with her.

“Do you like the blue walls?” she asks. “I suggested a room this color might relax you when you woke up.”

Of course she did. I hold my aching arms up and she hugs me, resting her face against mine. “Remember that time I sort of told you that I liked guys and we were going to live happily ever after? And remember the time before that where I was the worst person ever and used you?”

Genevieve sits up and shushes me. “No, stop. You were confused and had every right to be nervous. This moment here proves that.” She lowers her head. “As for me, I should’ve pulled myself away. Even when I knew you were only mine because Leteo crossed your wires, I stayed with you. Wrong move.”

“I’m sorry we broke up.”

She cries a little. “You’re not for me to love, Aaron. It was a dead end and I kept trying to go forward.”

And we crashed because of me. “Can you be real with me about something? You never told Thomas why I got the procedure, right?”

“I thought maybe you told him yourself. I even thought the procedure started unwinding while I was in New Orleans because you two were so close when I got back. But later I realized he knew nothing. I would never tell your secrets, Aaron. Even the ones I know you’re hiding from me.”

I not only screwed her over; I never deserved her. “So you don’t hate me?”

“Of course I don’t hate you, but as your friend, I have to be real with you about something else. It’s about Thomas.” Genevieve pauses, and the heart monitor’s beeping elevates for a few seconds. “I’m worried you’re going to wait for him the way I was waiting for you. I think the sooner you realize he can’t like you, the happier you’ll be.”

“Wait. Do you think he likes you or something?”

“I already said no! Why are you repeating yourself?” Genevieve tilts her head, looking at me funny. “Are you okay?” She reaches across and grips my shoulder; I’m struck with flashbacks of all the times Thomas steered me somewhere from behind, and all the times Collin and I would bump into each other on purpose. “Aaron, should I get Evangeline or someone?” She’s tearing up.

“No, I’m fine. I zoned out,” I say, feeling a little short of breath. “Look, trust me, Thomas isn’t straight. I know him.”

“No one really knows who Thomas is,” Genevieve says.

I know she’s not being haughty about it, but I don’t like how matter-of-fact she is about someone no one knows better than I do. “Gen, you’re the one who falls for guys who won’t like you back, not me.”

“Whoa.” Genevieve stands up and I swear she’s about to punch me. “Just so you know, you apologized for the wrong thing, Aaron. I understood why you dated me, and I let it happen even though I shouldn’t have, but that doesn’t make it okay that you were seeing scratch out Collin behind my back. You made me feel like no one. You don’t get to keep ignoring the past because you don’t like it.”

My breaths are quick and uneven. My temper rises. “You’re right. I’m sorry I’m not straight. I’m sorry I went after someone I could feel real emotions over. I’m sorry I needed to hide so strangers wouldn’t try and beat me to death. I’m sorry my dad killed himself because of me. And I’m sorry my past is so terrible I couldn’t live in it anymore. But forget the past, okay? Forget our past.”

Genevieve doesn’t cry or flip me off or punch me. She just turns around and walks to the door. Her arm shakes as she holds the doorknob. She looks at the blue walls she personally requested for me and says, “You forget that I cried with you when all those bad things happened.”

And I think she has more she wants to say, but she finds the strength to turn the doorknob and leaves. Once the door closes, I’m hit with this fear that I may never see her again.

4

PSYCH ME OUT

   I’m about to have my psych session with Evangeline. It’s been a while.

The first time I came into this office I didn’t actually think a memory-alteration procedure was possible. Even after I met Evangeline, I was sure she was going to turn me away because I was this kid who didn’t even know what to ask of Leteo. I definitely wanted to forget finding my father in the bathtub. But the more she and I chatted, the more I pieced together that my problems ran much deeper. It all came together like connect-the-dots, revealing a boy who understood the impossible things ahead of him.

Months later, I’m back in this office with its white walls, a tablet on a sleek desk, certificates I never bothered to read carefully enough, and my blueprint architect waiting for me to share why I need the procedure again.

Evangeline put on a good show, for sure. I never suspected she was a Leteo specialist. The only people in my life who knew about her were my mom, Eric, and Genevieve. Brendan and the other guys on the block didn’t remember me having a babysitter as a kid but never questioned it beyond Family Day—who would think to suspect someone manipulated my memories to get close to me? It’s just clicking now, but it was no coincidence when Mom sent me to the post office at the same time Evangeline was there. And when Evangeline accompanied me to Leteo and ran off to speak to that woman from “Hunter College’s Department of Philosophy” it was probably some coworker or patient.

I even remember that Hannah chick at the info counter now. Hopefully this show comes with an encore of the forgettable variety.

Evangeline tries to warm me up with small talk, no doubt to gauge what kind of mood I’m in. So I just tell her: “I’m feeling a hundred things right now. Betrayed. Disappointed. Guilty. Desperate. You need me to go on?”