I closed my eyes and imagined it — imagined draping a filter across my own thoughts and building a barrier between me and the world. The faint echo of Max’s presence dimmed further, as did the thrumming presence of the birds and fish. My own head felt quieter. I lifted it, felt those tiny awarenesses bloom back to life. Lowered it again. I felt a smile begin to tug at my mouth. “It’ll take some time to master, like most things,” Max said. “And you’re probably always going to feel it to some extent.” “Good,” I said — and meant it. I wouldn’t want to cut myself off completely from that part of
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this girl is written so well
