I was in awe of everything that Mitchell bought me, it was like he was a mind reader. I was uncomfortable with that, but I made sure not to show anything but happiness this whole time. It was almost like he knew the old me too well, but there was also something else that I couldn't place. His eyes looked like he was wearing colored contacts or something, though it was the first time I ever looked this closely into his eyes, it was still strange that an actor would be faking their eye color.
"You've been awfully quiet," Mitchell said. I wasn't sure how to respond, because of everything I had been thinking.
"I love the gifts," I said, "And lunch was fantastic, but it somehow doesn't feel real." Mitchell moved closer to me.
"How could it not be?" Mitchell whispered in my ear, "When something this nice is happening to you? You just want to run away?"
"I'm just scared," I said, "I mean, would you hurt me if I did something you don't like?" Mitchell seemingly understood, as he pulled back and looked at me.
"I would never," Mitchell said.
"He said that too," I muttered to myself. I looked away and sighed. If only the world was perfect, but there is no such thing as a perfect world.
"I am not him," Mitchell said, "I understand what he put you through, but I AM NOT HIM. Do not even put the two of us in the same box, we aren't the same."
"I understand what you're saying, but all I can see this as is the calm before the storm," I said, "The honeymoon-phase. I'm terrified waiting for the switch to flip. I don't even feel like I'm a full person anymore."
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