“Sometimes, I pretend I am a dinosaur,” Perish whispered. He was beside me, also staring forward. I looked at him and blinked in confusion. Before I could ask him what he was on, he continued. “When I feel too much, I say… velociraptors don’t feel anything, it’s impossible for them to be scared.” He looked at me, his blue eyes the colour of ice but as warm as fire. They brightened as he gave me an encouraging smile.
Perish. I love him so much.
