Something in the back of my mind kept bothering me all throughout our hour-long conversation but I couldn't figure out what. Then, as we shook hands goodbye and his held mine a bit tighter and a bit longer than it should have, it hit me: he hadn't blinked even once.

Something in the back of my mind kept bothering me all throughout our hour-long conversation but I couldn't figure out what. Then, when we shook hands goodbye and his held mine a bit tighter and a bit longer than it should have, it hit me: he wasn't breathing.