There are some people in the world who are just special, you know?

And other people who become special by being around those special people.

Of course, I am one of the latter. I didn't ask for it. I guess no one really asks to become special, after all, it is all circumstances and fate.

We were friends, Paz and I. Best friends. And to everyone's eyes, completely normal. Paz looked completely normal to me as well, and I certainly didn't feel anything when I was around her. I always felt the need to be liked by everyone I met, but most people aren't like that, and some people are like Paz – unwilling to be close friends with more than a few people. Or in her specific case, just one person – me.

I never knew what could make me special enough to be someone's chosen friend, and certainly not the only friend of such a quiet, kind soul. Paz was never mean to anyone, even though she didn't exactly make friends. She was happy to simply watch me throw myself at any potential new friendship, and she'd laugh at me for it.