“Are you sure we made the right choice?” Mark asks as he lifts his oar out of the water, rotates it forward, and submerges it again.
I sneer at Mark. After all we’ve been through, he would dare ask me this question. I snarl fiercely, “I don’t know Mark, you tell me. What do you think?” “I’m not sure. I feel like we… well you are beautiful now. But is being beautiful everything? I mean, is that what this was all about? How do you feel?”
“Mark, I finally feel like me. More so than I have my entire life. It’s a shame you can’t feel this way. I know you would finally be complete; be happy! After a few years of hormones and all those lonely nights crying - to arrive here… in this place, and receive such a wonderful blessing. I guess the journey is finally over,” I reply as tears form in my eyes. I can sense writhing pain coursing through his veins.