I broke my wrist falling off a roof trying to get a better look at you. You were there in your purple gown with dragons perched on your arms, feeding them honeybuns, in your own world with them, and I wanted to be part of it.” He laughs, and the sound of his happiness warms the dark parts of me in rays of golden light. “I even forced my mother to teach me the recipe for the blueberry cake she made on my birthday so I could bribe you to be my friend.”
