That isn’t true, what she said. It isn’t true that I need nobody. I always wanted somebody to belong with, not somebody I belonged to, and somebody who belonged with me. When you grow up as a slave, and every day they tell you they’ll sell you for dog’s meat if you don’t bring them more money and they don’t care how you get it, you want to feel safe, you know?
I learned early how to get along without anybody but myself, but I always wanted somebody. That’s how I can always tell. I can always tell when a person is the kind you can trust or not. Sometimes they can’t tell, themselves, and sometimes they don’t want anybody to trust them, but I can always tell.
Like that cat I made friends with on the beach. He thought he hated me, but I knew better. I knew.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Is your main character at all needy? Or not? Why or why not? How does that affect them?