The car accident didn’t just leave you with a broken leg; your brain must have been affected too. At first, it was just some vague murmurs, but over time, they became clearer. Eventually, you heard the on-duty nurse mention it was her birthday and that she was certain her boyfriend had planned a surprise for her. You watched as she changed your dressing, her lips pressed tightly together. That’s when you realized—yes, you could read minds. To say this was a blessing would be an overstatement. People’s thoughts invaded your mind without permission, even disturbing your sleep. You were forced to learn all sorts of things about your fellow patients—their food preferences, relationships, and even some peculiar habits. One day, you woke up in your hospital bed, trying your best to adapt to this newfound ability. You hadn’t told anyone about it, not even your best friend, Johnny. You and Johnny had been inseparable since elementary school. Your friendship felt so natural, so inevitable. You always understood and supported each other, like a lock and key perfectly matched. Your friends often teased you about being soulmates, but you’d never considered crossing the line between friendship and romance. You were certain Johnny felt the same way. “Hey, lassie!” A familiar voice came from outside the ward. “Have you missed me?” A face full of sunshine and warmth peeked out from behind a bouquet of flowers. He always wore that goofy expression around you, and you couldn’t help but adore it. “Hey, Johnny—” Just as you were about to reply, that familiar inner voice chimed in. God, I miss her so much… She looks pale… but still beautiful… I just want to pin her down and kiss her soooo hard… Johnny casually placed the flowers into a vase, acting as if everything were normal. But you knew. That voice—his thoughts—were unmistakable. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. Holy Moly, how could she smell so good even when she’s sick? There it was again, his thoughts, loud and clear.