![]() ![]() “Not even close, but I can’t totally give away all my mystery. It’s just always tasted better that way.” “When I make cereal, I put the milk in first. It’s so random I can’t help but laugh at him. Just a little unexpected.” He takes in a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling. He speaks slowly, his brown eyes staring right into mine. ![]() “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” His words surprise me. Or prod and poke at me until I tell him the truth. I expect him to laugh in my face, call me some sort of freak. “Just like … Is there a secret you have, that shouldn’t be a big deal? That you should be able to tell people, but you just can’t? Like, it isn’t even a bad thing, but it feels like people will think it is.” “I can promise you I’m not an axe murderer or anything.” Nathan turns over on his side, using his arm as a pillow. Clearly this isn’t the easiest question, but it’s out there before I realize it. He doesn’t answer right away, which scares me. I wait for him to ask about Mom and Dad, but he doesn’t. “Mom likes to cook, and I’d help her sometimes.” “Dad and I didn’t do much together.” I think this might be the first time I’ve properly discussed my parents with Nathan. I turn on my side so I can lie down beside him. “What do you like to do? I mean besides draw.” I always learn something new when I have to write a paper” is all he says about that. I like writing papers and things like that, the research. “Maybe? I don’t care for fiction, writing it anyway. I don’t think it’s actually my turn, but if he insists. ![]()
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