The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
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I sat on the red leather couch of the library, as I watched Michael from afar, building a fire in the fireplace. The atmosphere was bizarre, as I felt exhausted and out of place. A weight was taken off of my shoulders, but I felt like the worse was yet to come. I still had plenty of things to tell Michael, and no matter how special he thought I was, I truly hoped he would still think the same thing after I told him the biggest part of my secret.
Before he joined me on the couch, Michael went through different shelves of the library, as he was visibly looking for something. There were thousands of books in here, sorted by authors. Michael would sometimes lock himself in this room and read for hours, sometimes from the early afternoon to the late evening. I smiled at the memory of him getting out of the library after a full afternoon of reading. "Where did time go?" he would ask, and I would just sit there with a blissful smile on my lips.
"I found it," I heard Michael say as he walked towards me with a book in his hands. "I—I couldn't help but think of this book when you were telling me your story," he confessed, sitting next to me. "The Girl With The Silver Eyes. It's about a little girl who's different, in some ways. She has a gift that allows her to move objects with her mind, I know it's different from yours, b—but... It has to do with her mind as well," he told me, and a faint smile appeared on my lips. "But at some point, the little girl overhears her mom talking about other people who share the same gift, and she leaves the house to find them because all she seeks it to feel understood and feel less alone," he finished his summary, and looked from the book to me. "After everything you told me, this little girl reminded me of the one you used to be."
"It couldn't be more accurate," I told him, taking the book from his hands. "I didn't know this book. Thank you for that," I thanked him, giving him a faint smile. "Did you enjoy it?"
"I did, but at the same time it broke my heart," he confessed, turning his body to face me. "I felt for her, so much. All she was seeking was understanding, and when she was told she might find it somewhere, she was brave enough to go there by herself," he narrated, and I could feel how touched he was by this story. "We've both felt different our whole life, on different levels. I—I never thought I'd meet someone who would be able to understand me better than you do."
"And I never thought I'd meet someone who would accept me with all... that," I told him with a sarcastic snort. I grabbed Michael's hand and grazed my thumb over his knuckles. "A couple of years back, I would have been scared to death to even take your hand in mine."
"How come? Is this how the visions happen?" he wondered, and hearing this word coming out of his mouth made everything more real.
"Y—Yes, kind of," I stammered. I needed to keep my mind focused on what I needed to tell Michael. "Everytime I touched you, or something that belonged to you, they happened."
"But why me? Why did you get linked to me, specifically?"
"If we believe the Chinese belief, we were meant to be," I told him, shaking my head. "I know this sounds cheesy, but according to the myth, we got linked by an unbreakable thread."
