My fifth grade teacher Ms Kristin taught us that we needed to start each story with a hook, so here is mine.
I have a super power.
Or, well, it’s not really that super. To be honest, it kind of feels more like a curse. To maintain an unbiased opinion over the subject at hand, let’s call it an… ability. Neutral, right?
This ability is a little… strange, I suppose, and a bit unhelpful (does that make it a disability? It… is a little debilitating from time to time…). Every time I look at someone I like or form a relationship with, I can see exactly how everything is going to just fall apart.
Except for him. I don’t see anything with him.
But maybe that’s because there isn’t even a beginning to begin with.