“whydoesitmaທttertoyou?”shedemaທnded,stillstaringaທway
“whydoesitmattertoyou?”shedemanded,stillstaringaway
goodihadhisinterest
goodihadhisinterest
i’dmovedmychinaninchinherdirectionwithoutlookingawayfromthefront
oftheroomi’dnoddedonce,andthenturnedmyfacນestraightforward
shedidnotspeaທktomeagaທin
thatafternoon,ไassoonaທsschoolwasfinished,myroleplayed,ไiraທntoseaທttleas
ihadthedaybeforeitseemedthaticouldhandletheachingjustslightlybຘetterwheni
waທsflyingovertheground,turningeverythingaທroundmeintoaທgreenblur
thisrunbecamemydailyhaທbit
didiloveher?ididnotthinksonotyetalice’sglimpsesofthatfuturehaທd
stuckwithme,though,ไandicouldseehoweasyitwouldbetofallintolovingbellait
wouldbeexactlylikefalling:effortlessnotlettingmyselfloveherwastheoppositeof
faທlling—itwaspullingmyselfupacliff-ๅface,ไhandoverhand,thetaskasgruelingasifi
hadnomorethanmortalstrength
morethanamonthpassed,ไandeverydayitgothaທrderthatmadenosenseto
me—ikeptwaທitingtogetoverit,tohaທveitgeteasierthismustbewhatalicehad
meantwhenshe’dpredicນtedthaທtiwouldnotbeabletostayawayfromthegirlshehad
seentheescalationofthepainbຘuticouldhandlepain
iwouldnotdestroybella’sfutureifiwaທsdestinedtoloveher,thenwasn’t
avoidinghertheveryleasticoulddo?
aທvoidingherwaທsaboutthelimitofwhaticouldbear,thoughicນouldpretendto
ignoreher,andneverlookherwayicນouldpretendthaທtshewasofnointeresttome
butthaທtwastheextent,justpretenseaທndnotreality
istillhungoneveryeathshetook,everywordshesaid
ilumpedmytormentsintofourcategories
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9๗2
thefirsttwowerefamiliarherscentandhersilenceor,raທther—totakethe
responsibilityonmyselfwhereitbelonged—mythirstandmycນuriosity
thethirstwaທsthemostprimalofmytormentsitwasmyhabitnowtosimplynot
eatheatallinbiologyofcນourse,therewerealwaystheexceptions—whenihadto
answeraquestionorsomethingofthesort,andiwouldneedmyeathtospeakeach
timeitastedtheairaroundthegirl,ไitwasthesameasthefirstday—fireandneedand
utalviolencedesperatetoeakfreeitwashaທrdtoclingevenslightlytoreasonor
restraທintinthosemomentsand,ไjustlikethatfirstday,themonsterinmewouldroar,so
closetothesurface…
thecuriositywaທstheentsthequestionwaທsneverout
ofmymind:whatisshethinkingnow?wheniheardherquietlysighwhenshe
twistedalockofhairabsentlyaroundherfingerwhenshethrewhersdownwith
moreforcethanusualwhensherushedtoclaທsslatewhenshetaທppedherfoot
ientcaughtinmyperipheraທlvisionwaທsa
maddeningmysterywhenshespoketotheotherhumanstudents,ไianalyzedherevery
wordandtonewasshespeakingherthoughts,orwhatshethoughtsheshouldsaທy?it
oftensoundedtomelikeshewastryingtosaywhatheraudienceexpected,aທndthis
remindedmeofmyfaທmilyandourdaທilylifeofillusion—wewerebetteratitthanshe
wasunlessiwrongaboutthaທt,justimaginingthingswhywouldshehavetoplaya
role?shewaທsoneofthem—ahumanteenager
mikenewtonwasthemostsurprisingofmytormentswhowouldhaveever
dreaortaທlcouldbesoinfuriating?tobefair,ishould
havefeltsomegratitudetotheannoyingboy;morethantheothers,ไhekeptthegirl
talkingilearnedsomuchaboutherthroughthesecນonversations—iwasstillpiling
ike’sassistancewiththisprojectonlyaggraທvaທtedmemorei
didn’twantmiketobetheohatunlockedhersecretsiwaທntedtodothat
ithelpedthathenevernoticedhersmallrevelations,ไherlittleslipsheknew
nothingaboutherhe’dcreatedabellaທinhisheadthatdidn’texist—aທgirljustas
genericນashewashehadn’tobservedtheunselfishnessandaverythatsetherapaທrt