C33 The ONE

I shook my head.

“Merry, everyone… we all want to be wanted. To be known—”

“Yes!” I smacked the table, rattling the water glasses. “That’s it! I just… I want someone to want to know me… I want someone to know me so well that they can read my eyes.” I nodded once and bit the cracker.

“Read… your eyes…” Kirby repeated, his expression confused.

“Yeah. Okay