there’s this woman that sits next to you in pre-algebra. For some reason, ever since you met, she wouldn’t stop staring at you. She looked completely captivated every time you moved or spoke. It’s the end of the period and everyone left. She walked away while breathing heavily. After 10 seconds or so, you realize that she left her diary behind. You open it to read a passage. “When I first saw them, I thought I was crazy. With the rest of the world, everything feels like black and white. No excitement, no positive emotions, no negative emotions. That’s how it’s been my whole life. But when I look at them, my whole world explodes in a flash of light and color! I find it hard to even look at them for too long, lest my.. impulsions take over..”