My Twisted Heart

Chapter One

What nonsense!

I let out a sigh as I closed the book in my hands. I felt lost. Confused. I had just finished reading Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.

"Everything alright?" Anthony's voice broke through my thoughts. He looked concerned.

"I don't get it."

"Get what?" he asked.

"Why Romeo and Juliet did what they did..."

Anthony chuckled. "They did it because of love."

"But why? Why would someone choose to end their life over a feeling?"

The thought seemed absurd to me. Ending your life simply because of an emotion was irrational. It made no sense.

Anthony nodded understandingly, his gaze returning to the road ahead. "Love is a complex thing. It can drive people to do irrational and sometimes destructive things."

I found his response perplexing, despite its apparent simplicity.

"Did you at least like the story?" Anthony asked.

I shrugged. "It wasn't bad."

I liked reading Shakespeare. I found he was very adept at describing human nature. Unfortunately, no matter how many stories I read, I still couldn't fully grasp why humans were the way they were.

Ordinary humans, with their intricate emotions, were a puzzle I struggled to comprehend. Despite my efforts to understand them through various means, their motivations often eluded me. Trying to understand human behavior was the farthest thing from logical. I liked logic. When something was logical, it was easy to understand. Simple to trace.

Science, Math, and Magic, I knew it all. These topics came naturally to me. But when it came to subjects like human nature, I hit a roadblock.

If I had to guess why I couldn't wrap my mind around these topics, it was probably because I didn't understand what emotions were. As far as I could recall, I had never truly experienced happiness, sadness, or anger. The most I'd ever felt was a fleeting sense of mild irritation—hardly enough to qualify as a true emotion.

Turning my gaze back to the road, I watched as the scenery blurred past us, the steady hum of the engine filling the silence between us. The car cruised along at a steady pace, the rhythmic thud of the tires against the pavement lulling me into a sense of calm.

"Shouldn't we be arriving soon?" I asked, breaking the quiet.

Anthony glanced at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well... We're about five minutes away."

"If you had driven faster, we would have arrived by now."

"Oh, come on... You could at least try to hide how badly you want me gone," Anthony teased.

I rolled my eyes. "This has nothing to do with you."

"You sure about that?"

"I am."

"I have to say," Anthony said as he glanced back at the road. "I don't think I've ever seen you this excited?"

Excited? The word felt foreign to me. It was a concept I struggled to grasp. But despite my uncertainty, there was a flicker of anticipation stirring within me.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "I guess I'm ready for a change."

Anthony nodded, understanding glinting in his eyes. "I know it's a big step... Are you sure you want to go through with this? It's never too late to change your mind."