Noah
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It had been a few days since I got the news about Thomas. It hadn’t gotten any easier to deal with his loss. There was a memorial service for him on Campus and a short private function with the faceless, but his actual funeral would be in another few days to allow his friends and family to attend. I would be there, of course, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading it. I felt uncomfortable in most social situations, and funerals were that much worse.
I didn’t have the best experiences with everyday human interactions; the fear of having a vision in the middle of a crowd created an insane amount of anxiety. They couldn’t find out, and how would I explain a random trance in which my eyes turned white, and my body went rigid as if being electrocuted anyway. I shuddered jus
