"Don't you ever think about how weird reading is?" He asked, out of nowhere. "Our eyes just scan different symbols and we are immediately able to construct scenarios and concepts in our minds. And these concepts have the ability to play with our emotions, either temporarily soothing us, or damaging us."
I wanted to tell him how his view on reading was similar to how I saw him. Whenever I took a single glance of him, my chest tightened, my head spun, and my stomach churned. He played with my emotions; he was unaware, but he still did it.
I silently nodded at him, giving him a small smile.
"Maybe someday, I could sooth people with the story of us," he supposed.
"Or damage them," I whispered.
