Angry God (All Saints High, #3)

by L.J. Shen

beautiful than any beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my entire life. I would later stumble across a line from Edgar Allan Poe that made sense of it all—he said there’s no superb beauty without some sort of strangeness in the proportions. That explained why I had to talk to you, even though it wasn’t in my nature to speak to someone when completely unprovoked. I approached you, casting a shadow over your face, blocking the sun. I remember the moment you looked up and stared at me, because once you held my gaze, I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t a good or exciting feeling. It was terrifying. I gave you a brownie because I needed to do something. But when it came down to eating my part of it, I couldn’t do it. I was too nervous to eat. From that day forward, I wouldn’t eat much in front of people in general. I always wondered where you were, if we’d meet again, and as crazy as it sounds, it always felt like we might. You never came. Until you did.