Two people sat close together. With your head on her shoulder, Gabrielle smiled. Being so intimate with someone always made her happy. Taking in that someone’s warmth melted all her worries away. But she still felt bad for not feeling the “butterflies” that others got. Being in the spectrum made her feel like less of a human. What the hell is love? she would ask her lost self. Gabrielle immediately shook her head vigorously to distract herself from those thoughts. Her grip tightened.