We're all strangers, in the end. 
I'd never met anyone like him before. Every rule I'd ever learned, he was breaking; everything I'd been taught to hide away, he announced it out loud.
We're all irrevocably trapped inside our own minds: just as it's impossible for anyone to truly know us, we can't begin to hope to know anyone else. 
Wouldn't we all look guilty, if someone searched hard enough?
His eyes lingered on me, and I wondered if that was a message. Was he danger? Was I supposed to run?I wasn't afraid.
History is told by those who win.
