He noticed her breaking her pattern. He noticed her being off. He noticed her looking tired. She hadn’t said a word to anyone about the things weighing her down, and yet, somehow, he had noticed it. For the first time in her life. Someone had seen her. No, she wasn’t stunned. She wasn’t creeped out. She wasn’t aloof. She was moved. Moved down to her core at something so simple, something so many people in the world took for granted, something she had never experienced for herself before. Being seen. And yeah, it moved her something fierce.
