Kendell

Her words spurred out like wild berries.

"Reject me," she had said like it was her favorite thing to say.

"Reject you?" I asked.

"Why?"

She smiled as she turned to face me. It seemed like a question she was dying to answer; a question she was so willing to let out of her mind.

"You really want to know why?" she asked, her face filled with an unreadable expression.

"Yes, Alexa," I said, "and if your reasons are good enough, I will reject you."

"Alright, Kendell. For starters, ...