"You are very kind and non-confrontational."
Anna looked at the curtains, which waved at her slightly from the corner. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "I am not... not... crazy, I swear. I don't follow you around like a goon. I know you're not perfect or any bs like that. You're frickin' nuts is what I think."
The heating vent turned off. The curtains hung in wide ripples, still, silent.
"You notice me, don't you? I can't tell you, can I? Inopportune, crazy, mess."
She dug her fingernails into the hem. Heavy cloth. Dank yellow color. It didn't respond.
"I don't believe in destiny. Destiny is bullshit. And you... you'll never know what I see you as. How can everyone else think you're so unexceptional? I've done the stupid teenager thing. I cried. I did the mature adult thing. I questioned all this. All this. It's not like I didn't talk it out with myself. It's not you who changed me, it's myself. I made sure of that. I just needed a chemical reaction to set me off."
There was a long pause. She looked down at her feet. The laces of her shoes were muddy. The heater gasped, and the curtains breathed. She looked up; they were swaying.
"My... catalyst."
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