telepathy.

It scared her how sometimes she seemed to go right into his mind and know some of its contents. Or perhaps it was the reverse that happened: his mind travelled the distance and lodged itself into her being. For instance, she sensed that she knew how he felt about certain people: who he liked, disliked, and even why. But how did she know that? He had never told her a word of it; furthermore, his personal opinions of individuals was neatly hidden behind a diplomatic sensitivity and friendly politeness. It was likely that even those he did not like very much had no idea about it. Another instance happened whenever she daydreamed. It did not even feel so much as imagining a conversation anymore as it felt like a plausible, even real one, so distinctly could she hear his voice and his words in her head, as if he was right there, addressing her. A third occurrence that occasionally took her by surprise was when she would think to herself, “that is exactly what he would say” after saying something. In those moments, she felt more like him than her own self. How could she so easily read his mind? And she was sure of it too: for nothing he did or said ever surprised her, so well could she anticipate him.