#clockworkbee edits

It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn’t make you crazy—just different. There’s nothing wrong with being different.

“How is this okay?” “It isn’t a ‘this’,” Andrew said. “That’s not what I’m asking. You know it isn’t. Andrew, wait,” he insisted, because Andrew was turning away like he couldn’t hear Neil anymore. Neil reached for him, unwilling to let him leave without a real answer. “No,” Andrew said, and Neil’s hand froze a breath from Andrew’s arm. Andrew went still as well, and they stood for a minute in awful silence. Finally Andrew looked back at him, but for a moment Neil didn’t know who he was looking at. In the space of one breath Andrew’s expression went so dark and distant Neil almost retreated. Then Andrew was back, as calm and uncaring as always, and he caught Neil’s wrist to push his hand to his side. He dug his fingers in before letting go, not quite hard enough to hurt, and said, “That’s why.” Neil stopped when Andrew told him to. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough.