[ 2019 ]
' you're not like other boys," she was staring directly at her fork, the brightness reflecting against her face.
"then what am i?"
you're all i have left. '
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a novel in which falguni and shahid fall right into the sea.
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"it feels better when you're close, shahid."
she felt trapped in her own body, where even her own touch felt foreign. she never liked people, she never liked touch, she never liked talking, she never liked looking at anyone. everything made her uncomfortable, scared.
adult aspergers never looked attractive, ever. when you're a child, it's cute. you can't talk to others, your merely shy, you hate being hugged, it's just a teenage phase you'll end up growing out of, you can't stand the fucking sight of anything bright-ass yellow, you just hate yellow, so what?
except she didn't just hate talking, she didn't just hate being hugged, she didn't just hate being touched, she jmust didn't hate the color yellow.
it was aspergers syndrome.
she lived with her cousin in urban new york, depended on her presence. life went on as it normally did, only it felt even harder, because there were lights and bright colors, sarcastic New Yorkers that made absolutely no sense, that made it even more uncomfortable.
it was shahid that made it make sense.
he wasn't anything out of the ordinary, just a quiet, lonely journalist who spent days drinking dark roasts and reading deepak chopra in the same cafe, every single late night that he had.
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