"I-...m... I have... synes-... thesia..." I sheepishly reply.

Hazel tilted her head, "Oh." She doesn't know what it means, I can tell.

I look away, cheeks tinting red. "It-it means... I... I see colors... when I hear noises."

"Like my voice?"

I nod, "Yeah. Any noise, really."

"That's not a big deal."

"I know. I think so too. But other people don't."

"That's okay. Our opinions are the only ones that matter."

"Yeah, I just..."

She's okay with it. She doesn't hate me. She doesn't resent me at all. She's okay with it.

I sigh, hugging her, "Thank you."

So far, she's the only person who has accepted it. Maybe besides Will.

Will. I told him too, in my fit of tears. I haven't seen him since, really. Maybe he doesn't accept it.

I didn't really know I was crying until Hazel started rubbing my back. Maybe I'm a whiny little brat with depression, who doesn't know a thing, but I feel better now. Relieved. Because I feel more okay now.

I removed my hand from my nose and cracked a small smile, "I'm not going to school like this."

Haze giggled, "I don't blame you."

I chuckled with her.