He talked with her every day after school. He could tell that she was uncomfortable about the vacant stares of the people.
He told her that it was going to be okay, she told him that it was not. She said that he was being nice to her out of pity, he argued that she was wrong.
He told her that he was not who she thought he was. She told him that he'd probably get bored and leave her in the end, like everybody else did.
He said, looking straight into her eyes,
"I'm different."
He saw her fear in her eyes; he couldn't blame her.
