My disease is as rare as it is famous. Itâ€™s a form of Severe Combined Immunodeficiency, but basically, Iâ€™m allergic to the world. I donâ€™t leave my house, have not left my house in fifteen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.
But then one day, a moving truck arrives. New next door neighbors. I look out the window, and I see him. Heâ€™s tall, lean and wearing all blackâ€”black t-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly. I want to learn everything about him, and I do. I learn that he is funny and fierce. I learn that his eyes are Atlantic Ocean-blue and that his vice is stealing silverware. I learn that when I talk to him, my whole world opens up, and I feel myself starting to changeâ€”starting to want things. To want out of my bubble. To want everything, everything the world has to offer.
Maybe we canâ€™t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. Itâ€™s almost certainly going to be a disaster.
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