1 Prologue
My uncle is... weird. .
Every morning, I would catch him (though he doesn't mind) looking into an old handmirror, trying to practice a smile, as if he was that one dragon from an old cartoon I watched.
He is often snobbish, but would help me from time to time. I wonder if he helps just because he feels like it?
And every night, he would not sleep. Instead, he stares at the blank sky. No, he's not staring at the moon. You can somehow feel that if you look at him for long enough.
My uncle is weird... I wonder why?
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June 10, 2004. That's the day I was born.
The moment I opened my eyes, I could see the bright smiles of my parents and relatives, as if they were the whole entirety of Israel when Christ was born. They were all happy. Yes... happy.
It indeed was a happy day, but I didn't feel that at all. Maybe I was too young.
July 10, 2007. My sibling was born.
The moment his eyes opened, he giggled with a smile, and it filled the entire room with awe, and "Aaaw!". He was a cute child, like a bear cub. Yes, cute. But, I still don't feel anything. Maybe I was still too young.
April 2, 2011. I was bullied.
A kid older than me pushed me to the ground because he found me annoying. I didn't knew how he found me annoying, but what's even more important is that I am wounded. Yes, wounded. But, I still don't feel anything. Am I still too young to feel?
September 1, 2018. It is the current date. Someone confessed to me in the science laboratory.
But it puzzles me. Didn't she confess because she loves me? Then why did she not stop her friend, who slapped me when I spoke my honest opinions of her? The slap hurts, but that was it.
Ah, there she goes again. She's speaking about how dead I am, about how I cannot 'feel'.
Can I help it? Can I help myself? I cannot, for I realized years ago that I was born this way.
My name is Alex, and I can understand, but I cannot feel.
However, there was this one time. One day, with one bike, in one road, I met one girl. Yes... only one girl, but I felt so many for one year.
