Listening to the story, Eleven felt numb.
Numb from the pain.
How was she to know that this story would cause her such pain? How could she have ever imagined that his past was so heartbreaking?
How could he possibly bring himself to share this story with her?
If she were him, every word would be a pang, unwilling to mention or recall any detail.
"He didn't speak for many years. His mother would earn some money and take him to see a doctor, but there was no cure. At school, he was isolated as a freak, with a gloomy personality, and no one would befriend him.
