Melissa

“What else can you not help yourself with around me?" he asks. I'm half certain it's a hallucination. No way in any reality would someone like him let me be here; fumbling, unsteady, desperate me next to confident, controlled, assured him. "I can't help," I hardly hear myself, "this insufferable need to find out what it's like to witness every shade of joy on your face.”
― Sara Raasch, The Nightmare Before Kissmas