Years ago, back when I still walked beside Elliot every day.
He was a strange kid. No friends. Always alone.
The impression his classmates had of him was simple. Smart kid, but quiet to the point of being unsociable, never really interested in talking to anyone.
Elliot had deep scars when it came to close friendships.
I never minded.
He had me. That was enough.
But one day after school, Elliot was talking to me in the empty classroom when a classmate who had forgotten something walked back in and heard every word.
She looked at Elliot like he was a monster.
The next day, the atmosphere in the classroom was strange.
The moment Elliot walked through the door, the strangeness hit its peak.
Everyone was whispering.
He had a new label now. The psycho genius.
During that period, no m
