21

Ah. I see. That’s what attracted me to her the first time. The way she held my gaze when many find it impossible to stare at me for long—my brother and mother included. Whether they’re uncomfortable or intimidated by me, I don’t know. Jeremy once said I have a look that makes people uncomfortable in their own skin, so it’s a given that they’d choose to stay away. Not Glyndon. Not once has she looked away from my eyes. As if she needs to see me at all times. I don’t even need to see me at all times. My being is a condensation of atoms and molecules, a homogenous, perfect combination of my parents’ genes that formed a human being who’s unable to relate to humanity. So the fact that she’s interested in seeing this entity—even out of fear—is another rare occurrence. The accumulation of all these arbitrary, divergent traits in one person should be frowned upon. With another sigh, definitely resigned this time, she lets her quiet voice fill the car, “I haven’t found anyone I want to have sex