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“I don’t get the sentiment behind it. They were my parents and I don’t even think of them anymore. Why would you be sorry for their deaths when you didn’t know them and didn’t have anything to do with it?”
Oh, God. I suspected it before, but I’m almost sure now. “Do you maybe…lack empathy?”
“The ability to understand and share the feelings of someone else.”
“I don’t want the definition. Do you feel it?”
“I suppose not.”
“That’s…a form of antisocial characteristics.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“By whom?”
“My gazillion therapists and my uncle. They don’t want me to be that way, so I managed to make them think I do feel empathy.”
“But you don’t.”
“Your point is? Do you want me to pretend in front of you as well?”
“No. Don’t do that.”
“Good. I wasn’t planning to, baby.” He smiles, but I don’t return it.
My mind is filled with a thousand theories about him. He’s completely different from the Sebastian Weaver I’d painted in my head, and for some reason, I prefer this version a lot more than the fantasy.
Even the imperfections add more to his alluring personality.
He’s different, but he’s unapologetic about it.
He’s different, but he’s not fake.
Not like me.
24
Sebastian
Since we ditched anyway, I take Naomi to my devil’s lair.
Kidding. Just my apartment.
While I love chasing the fuck out of her in the forest, I want to debauch her in all ways possible inside my home.
I watch her inquisitive gaze as she takes in the modern setting of my house. It’s all in gray, black and white. Though, I only saw the world in the two extremes of those colors before her.
Her eyes widen the slightest bit when she watches all her surroundings as if making sure there’s always an exit option. Her distrustful nature is cute, but she needs to get rid of it when around me.
I suppose that would happen with time.
I grab an apple bottle juice from the fridge and toss it to her. She catches it, then we sit together on the sofa across from the TV. I inhale her in, filling my lungs with lily and fucking peaches. It’s become a fix now, a drug I need constant doses of but could still never get enough
“Why did you bring me here?”
“What type of question is that? To fuck the shit out of you, of course.”
A delicate blush covers her cheeks. “Do you have to be crude?”
