“What do I sound like?" I asked, more breathily than I intended. God, so predictable.
He considered his answer for a moment before he gave it.

"Dissonant," he said finally.
"Meaning?"
Another long pause.

"Unstable."
Hmm.
He shook his head. "Not the way you're thinking," he said, the shadow of a smile on his lips.

"In music, consonant chords are points of arrival. Rest. There's no tension," he tried to explain.

"Most pop music hooks are consonant, which is why most people like them. They're catchy but interchangeable. Boring. Dissonant intervals, however, are full of tension," he said, holding my gaze.

"You can't predict which way they're going to go. It makes limited people uncomfortable - frustrated, because they don't understand the point, and people hate what they don't understand. But the ones who get it," he said, lifting a hand to my face, "find it fascinating. Beautiful."

He traced the shape of my mouth with his thumb. "Like you.” 

- Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer