“I love reading and writing. Feels a bit like talking to someone.” I blink a few times, mulling over the greater meaning of what he’s just told me. This boy of few words who happily offers me his. “Talking to people is hard sometimes. Scary. You know?” I hum and dip my chin in recognition. “I know.” “I worry about what to say. And how people will take it.” “Highly relatable.” I see a soft smile touch his lips. “But when I write, I can say whatever I want. And it doesn’t really matter what people think of it.”
