Anna stayed a few feet below the surface of the water and just watched him. She usually avoided the adults, but there was something about him… The children had mentioned someone who would believe them. Maybe this was him? She was debating with herself about what she should do. She didn’t want him thinking the children were liars, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to be found.
Empathy is easy to explain away, so that’s not surprising. That had to be the supernatural occurrence he was talking about. Even if it felt like he was referring to something else. They haven’t told me much. For some reason they prefer to talk about me. She smiled. I can’t imagine why.
He paused for a moment in thought. He knew she could probably feel his hesitance, his nervousness. Even if did not reveal to her his appearance she would feel he was holding something back. He’s not used to concealing feelings from another empath. It’s more than just that, actually. She lives here in the World Below, and she’s an empath and telepath, he won’t be able to conceal it forever. He smiled. I can. I think you’re fascinating.
She tilted her head. What else is there? If— if I may ask. If anyone would understand whatever it was, it was her. The woman living at the bottom of a lake underneath New York City. I’m… You’ve already seen the most interesting part of me. Everything else is pretty disappointing comparatively.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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Anna stayed a few feet below the surface of the water and just watched him. She usually avoided the adults, but there was something about him… The children had mentioned someone who would believe them. Maybe this was him? She was debating with herself about what she should do. She didn’t want him thinking the children were liars, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to be found.
Hearing thoughts is a little bit different, but it’s much easier with another empath. She shrugged. Anna. You’re the one the children were talking about, aren’t you?
He nodded his head. The other adults are fairly skeptical about the supernatural, despite the fact that I’ve been with them my whole life. What have the children told you? She hadn’t reacted to his appearance, and he is in the shadows, perhaps she hasn’t seen him, or perhaps she was expecting it.
Empathy is easy to explain away, so that’s not surprising. That had to be the supernatural occurrence he was talking about. Even if it felt like he was referring to something else. They haven’t told me much. For some reason they prefer to talk about me. She smiled. I can’t imagine why.
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