Different?

Dante forgot to breathe for a second.

"They are so blue…"

Dante blinked, snapping out of the initial trance. He searched her eyes thoroughly. It couldn't be right.

"What are you searching for, Dante?" Almira asked, softly. His eyes widened and he looked away. His heart pounded as the sleek fingers caressed his face.

"Is this why you wear the mask and gloves?" She asked. Dante was surprised at the question. The way it casually rolled from her lips like it was no big deal. His appearance made people uncomfortable. It made them despise and ridicule him. Why was she giving the opposite reaction?

Her eyes held his in a way that made his heart flutter, which was a very bad sign.

"Why do you look at me differently? Are you not afraid of being infected?" He asked timidly. Almira laughed.

"Infected?"

Dante bit his lip. How can she find his situation funny?

"Is that what the books say? That you infect others by eye contact?" Almira asked. He chewed on his nails nerv