One Person Tango

She has Asperger's syndrome and breaks down the world into numbers, angles and distances. Her whole life she has been practicing the same thing: not being seen. He has a paranoid personality disorder and assumes everyone's intentions to be betrayal. He spent his whole life practicing something else: making people unable to look away. When two highly intelligent mental patients begin to interact. The library, the long table, a pen with a diamond-shaped cap - they began an intellectual battle that lasted for several rounds. She used neuroscience to dissect his paranoia, and he used behavioral science to dissect her avoidance. Every conversation is a psychological attack and defense accurate to the second, and every physical contact is like leading and following in tango - approaching, retreating, approaching again. Even when the distance between them is compressed to five centimeters, no one retreats. They both thought they were taming the other. Until the cracks in the picture begin to show and color seeps in from the opposite direction. She suddenly discovered that in the eyes of that paranoid man who would never leave, there was a face that she had not dared to look at for twenty-two years. The end of the gaze is never another person, it is the developer deep in the soul, which is oxidizing until it boils. When the most sane man in the world finally admitted that he was crazy, the madman in front of him whispered softly: "Ah, you are finally here."