“I don’t understand any of this.” Frustration flattens his lips. “I can’t do this,” he says quietly, almost like he’s speaking to someone else not here. Then his shoulders pull back, body in a rigid state of rejection that hurts me to see. “You may stay here until it’s safe to leave.” Then he disappears. Not like smoke or even teleporting. It’s like he was never here to begin with. A hallucination.
