She Can't Read Minds

Miranda Lincolnn was average; she didn’t hold some secret that could forever ruin the future of humanity or an IQ beyond that of Albert Einstein. She wasn’t a porcelain doll; flawless through-and-through. She could fight her own battles, get her heart stomped on, and find herself loving everything about that one person. But she couldn’t read minds.

Markus Shelby was average; he was silent, often lost in his own little world where he had everything he wanted. He could skip the getting it part and go right to just being happy. But when he reopened his eyes, she was never there. Miranda Lincolnn was still so close and so far; right beside him and a cross the room. If only she could just read minds, he thought.