Sometimes she gets scared of how happy he is being alone. How he enjoys the times when he would just prefer to be with himself rather than be with people.

"Know what? You value the time you have for your self so much that you tend to shut people out sometimes."

"It's not that I shut people out, it's just that I think its better to not need other people in your life. You may want them earnestly, but never need them so you won't get disappointed. You won't get left behind."

Silence.

"Does it count as selfishness?" He wonders.

"In a way, I think. It's like you're too scared to let someone into your life or feel the intensity of their presence embedding into your own. And, not everyone's going to leave you behind."

It scares her to think that he might not be capable of truly loving someone.

He leans closer.

"I guess I prefer wanting than needing. I'd rather someone choose me to be part of their life because they want me to be there. And it'll be the same for me. I'd be part of their life because I want to be, not because I am obligated to pacify their or my need until we eventually choke each other with our exiguousness. I know, it's pretty hard to explain, considering the line between the two is relatively thin, but I just don't really want them to be troubled by someone like me."

She looks at him, and their eyes meet.

"But I do. I wouldn't mind if the trouble was you."

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