"You don't have to be." Person B meant and felt Person A's eyes on themself before turning towards them aswell. "It makes you who you are."
"M-maybe" Person A stuttered and Person B could see how their cheeks turned pink.
"I asked this Person C once, if I was normal I mean, and they just told me that if there was such a thing as normal, the world would be boring. The ability to be different makes us special and stand out." they continued and the h/c haired was surprised to hear them say something like this.
The open skies and the clear air,
It's all new to me.
I've craved freedom my entire life,
And now it's within my grasp.
No longer am I bound
To the shackles of the city.
I've found silence,
After so long.
I've spent my entire life
Burdened by voices.
Silence, I've been searching
For so long,
For a place to just be.
No longer am I bound
To the shackles of the noises.
I've spent so long,
Searching for someone.
Never alone
But always lonely.
Finally, I've grown
I've found people
Who make me happy.
No longer am I bound,
The shackles of my own mind.