my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

       "Mako… do you have a minute?“

                      This conversation was long overdue.
                      She’d put it off, if only because she
                      didn’t want things to be any more
                      awkward than they had to be between
                      them, but it had nagged at the back of
                      her mind all the while. This was something
                      she really needed to get off her chest, and
                      if it upset him—- well, she wasn’t exactly
                      going to feel guilty.