But whenever Graeme walked into a room, he sucked all the oxygen right out of it. I felt dizzy, like if I wasn’t keeping my gaze fixed on him then I was going to fall over. Despite our verbal spats, he made me feel… That was it — he made me feel. Something. Other than anger, I hadn’t felt anything else in such a long time. How the fuck did he do that? Granted, I still felt plenty annoyed when he was around. Angry. Resentful. But also, connected? Understood?
