“She’s mean.”

In the other world, we were groomed as the top love. A pair defined by 5, you were charged to teach me math, you being the second most brilliant in Command Central and invisible to me. To your quiet query from behind the screen, I would answer hostilely, “What?” rendering your profile expressionless. Later to a powerfully built leader who crouched to listen you, small but composed, wiped away tears and reported, “She’s mean”.