Eli's POV
After the whole incident with Sophia, Ruth really helped me move on. She's the best sister I could ask for.
She is always there when I need it, and always knows when I'm in trouble. I feel like she proves that twin telepathy it a thing. I can feel what she feels and vice versa. Everyone always says they can tell we're related. She's tall as well, at a whopping 6'1", which is tall for a girl. It's funny when she takes pictures with her friends. Most of the time she squats or bends down. She's not ashamed of her height, but her friends are ashamed of theirs. They think that they are short, but they're pretty average.
Anyways, life moved on, whether I was ready for it or not. Ruth and I went to the same university, and she helped me with coping. While in our freshman year, though, my sister got engaged to her boyfriend of 4 years, Benjamin. He's nice and treats my sister well, so they had my congratulations, but his parents our wary of our family for some unknown reason. But I keep him in check, since we are roommates.
Sophomore year was alright too. Nothing special really happened except Ruth's wedding, of course.
Junior year has gone alright so far. My grades are really good, and I'm in a better mental state. I'd say that I'm content. Not happy yet, but I do feel better than I have been for the past couple years. Ruth says that I need to get into another relationship, but I'm not quite sure if I've healed enough to be ready yet. I have a lot of trust issues, and I don't want my partner to feel unworthy of my trust.
I usually spend my time studying, but I have tons of free time between classes, so sometimes I go on walks. Sometimes I run into people I know, and sometimes I get to meet new ones. I like to sit on the grass and watch people walking by. Not in a creepy way. I like to guess what they're major is, how old they are, etc. People have always interested me, I guess. I'm bored too, and people watching can give me something to do. It's all pretty typical. People are usually obviously happy, stressed, or sad. You can see it, even when they try to hide it.
Or so I thought until I saw her.
I saw a girl that I couldn't read. At all. I couldn't tell how she was feeling, I couldn't even tell if it was a front, or if she really just didn't feel anything. It made me pretty interested in her. I don't know her name, but I could pick her out in a crowd. How could I not? The feeling I got from her felt so different than anyone else. Plus, her hair was so black, it was almost blue, which was a stark contrast to her light blue-gray eyes. Her skin looked like she was mixed, and she stood at about 5'5", but that wasn't what interested me. She was different. A good different. Not malicious, but not super sweet either. I couldn't tell, and that's what got my attention. I didn't approach her though, because I figured we'd see each other again. I know it's cheesy, but I just knew I'd see her again.
And I couldn't wait.
