everyone has secrets



“It has to do with what I am,” she murmured. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting the sensory input. It was so hard to put shields up after an overflow attack, but it was just him. Just Isaac. That would be okay, right? Still quiet, voice wobbling slightly, she said, “I’m an empath.”

“What do you mean? What you are? You’re Summer!” Isaac refuted in obvious bewilderment, eyes widening as he sniffed slightly, failing to determine anything out of the ordinary about her — aside from the panic rising like waves from her body, of course. And then, he blinked, opened his mouth and then closed it, before blinking once more. “You’re a what?”

“Empath,” she repeated softly. “I read emotions. Other people’s emotions.”

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