“
I’m not embarrassed to admit I think Shoji is a lot cooler than I am, even
if he is younger than me. He’s always so calm—bordering on mysterious,
even. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he keeps it in a locked box with
all of his dreams and expressions because he doesn’t want to share them with
the rest of the world.
I don’t have that kind of control. My feelings tend to burst out of me like
I’m a water balloon. Mom always says it’s because I’m overly sensitive, but I
can’t help it. I don’t have a box to hide my emotions the way Shoji does.
And besides, everything breaks eventually if it’s put under enough strain. Even titanium. That’s not sensitivity—that’s science.
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