Perhaps.

Hailey is 15. She likes books. She likes endless expanses of forest. She likes freedom. But He. He who is the opposite of freedom. He who cannot be blocked out by a book. He who holds her by invisible chains and tells her that she must stay and stare at the forest and never touch it, can never reach it. He is always there. And the things that remind her of He, are everywhere, desperately trying to get to her and break her. And that fear has put her where she stands, never to come out. Now every man, who stands in a body so similar to He. And every woman with hair, like He, and eyes like He. And every building like the ones she watched He drive away towards as she stayed tied in that house, waiting for He to return. It scares her. They are all He.

So when Hailey meets someone so similar, yet so dissimilar to He, she can't understand what to do. And as the person begins to talk, her mind, isn't suddenly entirely overwhelmed, like usual. Perhaps, he is not, like He. Perhaps there are people that aren't like how she imagined them. And perhaps, she will see that the world isn't how she had seen it before. Perhaps, there is a world where He is gone. Perhaps.