Me: My child years was stolen by a monster. I’ve forgotten what love feels like. What happiness feels like. What hope feels as though. I am numb.

Him: He’s possibly as damaged as I am. Maybe even more. Scarred just as much inside as the outside. Exactly like me. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. He hides in the woods like an animal. I will be frightened of him, but I’m not really. He’s the only one that has available me feel. And I wish to make him experience, too. Everything .