“ So how have you been?”, he asks for the second time. “ I’m fine”, I tell him, hardly moving my lips. How am I supposed to feel? I mean feelin shitty isn’t the end of the world. So why tell him and make him pitty me. No thanks, I'd rather not make that mistake. “ I’m worried about you” he breathes out. I manage to look up. Look at his eyes,. His eyes so tender. Kind
“ Why would you be worried about me? It’s not like you kno-” He’s shaking his head in disappointment. “ I’m not that stupid love”, he blurts out. “ Last time I read your mom's thoughts the word worried was a understatement,” he recalls I freeze at the confession he just made to me. I shake my head, left and right, refusing to believe my ears. It’s impossible. He can’t read minds, because that indicates that he’s read mine. Is he not human? He must be crazy, right?