100 Lead a Normal Life (2/2)
”We spoke about if sleeping together would change the nature of our relationship. I told him that was not possible.”
”Why?” he asked, dumbfounded.
”As you said, you are not someone who gets carried away by emotions. You understand what you are feeling and can distinguish them. So...” I trailed off.
”I know how to distinguish them but I am not a stone.” He rolled his eyes. I was taken aback.
”Well, I will be treating you like a stone because I need to learn how to accept the touch of others.” There was complete silence.
”Accept the touch of others? Why does that sound so lewd...” He shook his head in disgust.
”Yes, it is part of my homework. Holding your hand while we sleep might be too much, so I will start with just getting used to being in close proximity to you for now.” I felt proud of myself.
”Well, you do place things between us when we sit. You also run away from my touch a lot. I guess it's part of your symptoms.” He smiled. ”Well, I'll help you out.”
”Well, you're one of the very few people I trust, so I will start with you. Maybe walking on the street will get easier.” I grinned with anticipation. ”Maybe I can lead a normal life like other people.” I could only wonder. Was that life really possible for me? Maybe... I dared to hope.
”What does normal mean for you?” he asked softly.
”Sharing my life with people, not being scared...”
”No one is normal, Evie. What you live is normal life for you. People put on facades to seem like they fit into perfect little boxes, but in reality, everyone is struggling with their demons. Your goal should be to live freely like you want to without the constraints of the voices in your head.” He placed his hand on my head.
I froze for a slight moment before easing into his touch. It wasn't as bad as Dr. Knight. I could guess it was because I trusted Sebastian explicitly.
”This process of desensitization should work well.” I nodded and grabbed his wrist. ”What do you want to eat?” I asked. He blinked.
”I don't want to cook.” He said plainly. ”It's already so late. You shouldn't cook either. Want to order something?”
”I suppose both of us are tired. Ordering out is okay... but the place needs to be sanitary, vegetarian and up to my standards,” I said firmly. He nodded.
”I have just the place.” He grabbed his cellphone and dialed a number. He was talking on the phone and he turned to me.
”What do you want?” he asked.
”I don't know what restaurant you are ordering from,” I replied. He furrowed his brow and rattled off the names of the dishes.
”I don't know. You choose.” His expression froze. He said something and I frowned. ”Not that. Anything else?” He had a helpless expression on his face.
Finally, the order was placed. He hung up. ”It should arrive in thirty minutes,” he told me. ”By the way, I thought you would be different, but you're not. People grumble about women telling them to choose and then vetoing their choice. I never thought you would fall in that.”
I was stumped for words. ”I am not sure what you are talking about.” I scoffed. ”You didn't even tell me what cuisine we were having. You were really thoughtless in this event.” I sounded like I was scolding.
”Is this our first disagreement?” he asked, looking bewildered.
”I'm sure we have argued before,” I commented.
”No. We have not. This is our first argument.” He suddenly looked delighted.
”I have never heard anyone look so happy about having a disagreement.” What a weird alien.
”I'll have to excuse myself. You're opening up to me. Your dreams of being a normal person with normal relationships might come true earlier than you anticipate.” He messed up my hair and then moved away quickly. ”Ah! I see the irritation in your eyes, too. Evie, I think you will be just fine.”
”You're really strange,” I commented.
”I figured out what you talked about. That's why I am being strange.” I froze.