There was something about the way she looked at me. It was like the way an artists looks at a beautiful painting they didn't draw. She'd marvel at me. Like I was so intriguing to her. It was as if I made her heart race and her mind wonder. Like she wasn't sure that I wouldn't just up and vanish. It was the way you'd want your soulmate to look at you. Like nothing else in the world mattered, like your soul gives life to their existence.