Frank grabbed a new piece of paper and looked in front of him, laughing. "N-no! S-stop, I'm d-drawing, see? C-can't if you d-dance all over the p-paper! Y-yes, the dance it's g-good and f-funny but get o-off!" he moved his hands like scaring something away. The gnomes I guessed, since he said they were dancing. Ray eyed me, signaling Frankie with his head.
"Shouldn't you...?"
"Uh..." I knew I had to. Could I? If only Frankie was having one of the negative hallucinations -which he hadn't in days- then I'd have no problem telling him it wasn't real. The gnomes, on the other hand...wouldn't that be cruel?
CHAPTER 26
You know, they come here every night...
I see them, don't you see them?
Uhm....That's odd, isn't it?
"Come sit here with me, we need to talk about something." I told Frankie, motioning for the couch. Ray sat on the smaller one and nodded to reassure me that he'd be there just in case.
"'bout wh-what?" the boy asked. I noticed that the novelty of being able to distinguish all my features still amused him.
"About...the gnomes, for example." I began. I had no idea how I'd go on, though. Frank was staring at me expectantly, a half smile planted on his face. He was happy.
For moments he'd seem unaffected by everything that was negative. Some things he luckily ignored, some he didn't get to comprehend, and others he just wouldn't give importance to. He had a home, people to take care of him and plus, he could finally observe the world with more detail. That was enough for Frankie. His hallucinations, however -at least the positive ones, were something he also appreciated; they'd keep him entertained, they were part of his life. A part I was about to crush.
"Th-the gnomes annoyed me a l-little today. Y-yeah, they d-did." he giggled.
"Why?" I didn't want to rush the conversation.
"'C-cause I was d-drawing and they w-were telling me wh-what to do. Th-think they t-told me some things w-wrong..." he frowned. I looked at the drawing again and decided to postpone a little more what I was going to tell him. I did it for myself as much as for him, I'd come up with an idea.
"Frankie...before we continue to talk I need to know something. It'll be kinda like a game, ok?" I knew it wasn't good to interrogate him in a straightforward manner. He tended to try too hard to answer properly, and would usually end up confused and not making much sense.
"Y-yeah! I l-like games!" he smiled.
"Ok. You have to answer my questions, even if they sound too stupid." I instructed, leaving the paper with the drawing face down on the table.
"K-kay!"
"What color is the sky?" I asked. Frankie bit his lower lip, thinking.
"Wh-when it's day it...it's l-light blue. If n-night then d-dark blue or....or b-black. M-more black." he replied with security.
"Very well. Now pick up the pencils that match those colors."
Frank examined them carefully, running a finger through them all. "B-black..." he chose the first one. "And...l-light blue." he gave both to me.
"Excellent." he had gotten them right, but I'd do some more tests anyway. "Now...what color are the grass and the trees?"
"G-green, duh!" was his instant answer. Then he appeared to be suddenly lost in thought. Had he realised that he colored those things wrong? After some seconds he looked back at me, waiting for instructions.
"Could you choose the right pencil? Any green, it doesn't matter if it's darker or lighter."
"H-here!" Frank quickly grabbed a bright one, correctly again. He didn't seem to have a problem with recognizing colors.
"Good. Uh...what color is your hair?" I tried one more. He took a lock of it in between his fingers and studied it.
"Mmm...b-brown! Y-yes brown." he responded. Before I told him anything, he had the matching pencil in his hand and handed it to me proudly.
"Awesome again! How about Ray's hair?" I kissed his cheek dearly, happy to know that he wasn't color blind too. Frankie got up laughing and went to my friend. He seized one of Ray's curls and put it close to his own long mane, comparing them.
"Watch out for the cooties!" Ray poked Frank's belly, making him jump.
"R-really?"
"Hahaha no, I was just joking. So what's your conclusion about my hair?"
"It...it's...b-brown, too. B-but lighter than m-mine. Y-yes." he sat in front of the box of pencils and searched. "L-like... this p-pencil!"
It was evident that Frank had it clear about colors. What's more, he was rather smart and very capable of deducing things by himself. Maybe only simple things, right, but no one expected him to be Einstein with a not fully functional brain. I was proud of how strong and willing to learn he was, and I knew he'd get better with help.
"You did pretty well, but now I have a doubt..." I headed for my main goal.
"Wh-what?" Frank said among giggles, watching the gnomes dance for him again.
"If you know the colors of things perfectly, why did you use different ones for your drawing?" I inquired. He turned the drawing over, looked at it, and smacked his forehead.
"T-told you!" he exclaimed, although not addressing me.
"You told them what?"
"Th-the gnomes started s-saying which c-colors I sh-should use. T-told them they w-were wrong. B-but they s-said I was, and in-insisted and...confused m-me!" he next reprimanded the gnomes with his index finger. "S-see? Y-you made me r-ruin it!"
"Oh no, Frankie! I like it a lot the same, I was just curious. You don't need to listen to the gnomes, though. You can do it without their help, trust yourself next time, ok?"
"K-kay."
"You got the color of my hair right, the gnomes agreed with that one?" that detail intrigued me and I'd been left thinking about it.
"N-nope, they s-said it was r-red. B-but I told them I w-was sure it was b-black. L-love your h-hair, I kn-know it...veeery w-well." he whispered the last part. I hoped Ray hadn't noticed the kid's sexy tone and the dreamy eyes he made. Luck was on our side, and my friend's phone rang at that moment.
"Oh shit!" he read the text message. "My dad wants me home, he needs help with something. Do you think you can handle things alone?"
"Yes Ray, don't worry. Go man, really!" I patted his back. I wasn't sure if I could, but I wouldn't make Ray stay and risk having a fight with his father just because of my cowardice.
"See you both tomorrow then, keep up the good work, Frankie!" he kissed his head and left.
"G-gee? Y-you feel o-okay?" Frankie questioned. I had been staring at the same humidity stain on the ceiling for several minutes. He was worried about me! Meanwhile, I was gathering the needed courage to face my responsibility.
"Yes baby, I'm fine. I was just thinking, remember I told you that I wanted to talk about the gnomes?"
"Y-yep!"
"Well, it wasn't about the drawing."
"N-no?" he raised his perfect eyebrows curiously.
"No. Listen...you know you're ill, don't you? That you're special because your...head is ill?" I made my tone as soft as possible, to somehow smooth the words I was pronouncing. As much as I had tried to find the correct ones, as much as I didn't want to...I felt like I was being too blunt. Frankie's face saddened a little, yet he wasn't mad.
"Y-yeah, I kn-know. G-grace told me and...and d-doctor Gold-berg too. An..an illness w-with a weird n-name I can't s-say..."
"Schizophrenia."
"Th-that, yes. B-but I'm a little b-better 'cause I take m-my pills. I...I am...am I, G-gee?"
"Of course you're better, you're much better with the pills. However, the meds can't totally cure you, you also know that. And...one of the things that happen to people with schizophrenia, is that their heads make up things. It causes them to see things that don't really exist." I paused to think of what else to say.
Someone had most probably explained this to him before at the institution, but he didn't seem to remember. Maybe his head had erased all rational explanations after being exposed to weeks of total confusion while off the meds, or maybe he had never understood.
"Wh-what? D-don't understand..." he shook his head.
"There are things that you see but no one else can. They're not real."
"Wh-what things? I...I d-don't understand, G-gee. N-no, nothing..."
"Many things you see don't exist for real, you imagine them..." I was so nervous and worried that I could hardly breathe.
"Wh-what things? EX-EXPLAIN TO ME B-BETTER, GERARD! I D-DON'T GET IT!" he screamed, disconcerted.
"The...the gnomes, for example." the words fell from my lips like knives. Frankie blinked, his glasses didn't conceal the tears accumulating.
"Wh-what you m-mean? The...the g-gnomes exist! Th-they're real 'cause...'cause I c-can see them! S-see? TH-THEY'RE THERE, G-GEE!"
"Shh, love..." I kissed his lips and felt him relax only slightly. "I know you see them, I believe you."
"Y-you see them t-too!" he twisted his hair, reclining against my chest. I was feeling worse with every second that passed.
"No, Frankie, I can't see them." I rubbed his back, trying to keep him calm even thought I knew I had just dropped a bomb.
"B-but you s-said you could! Y-you lied to m-me!"
"I know. I was afraid of hurting you, I wanted to wait and ask a doctor what to do." I explicated. He started to cry, anguished and confused. "Y-you...YOU L-LIED!"
"I didn't want to, I swear. I know how you like the gnomes and..."
"I s-see them, G-gerard!I P-promise I see th-them! An-and...and they t-talk to me, they ex-exist!" he sobbed desperately.
"I know Frankie, I know you see them, they're real for you, but not for the rest of people. Do you understand?" I kissed his forehead. He was flush and agitated, and I still felt like an asshole.
"D-dunno. Wh-what else is l-like that?" he mumbled.
"You mean other things that only you can see?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Well...the little people, the butterflies or ladybugs you sometimes see inside the house..." I didn't want to name anything else. No way I'd include Puppy. "Oh please Frankie, don't ask about him." I prayed in my head.
"N-no...but...no. Th-they...I...the l-little people s-speak and they e-eat and...I s-see them..." he faltered. It was too much for him, I wanted it to stop but I couldn't go back now.
"Yes, you hear them and see them eat. They exist for you, so everything they do seems real. But we can't see them. There are also ugly things you see that are not real. You were never attacked by spiders, and there aren't free elephants on the streets that follow cars or people to crush them."
"Y-YES THERE ARE! An-and...how I kn-know if things are r-real or not?" Nerves were making it hard for him to control his feelings and reactions. One moment he was in total denial, the next one he was reconsidering what I said and asking questions.
"Don't worry about that, I'll let you know. You don't have to ask or anything."
"K-kay...but h-how? N-no...NOT T-TRUE!" he insisted. I meditated for a while.
"Did you use to see all those things when you were at the institution?"
"Uh...n-not much...I th-think. S-sometimes. Gu-guess they l-like your house m-more!" there he was being so childish and innocent again.
"No, that's because you always took your medication there. Then when you..." I stopped, not knowing how to phrase it. "...when you were out of that place and didn't have your pills for weeks, you began to imagine all that again. Now you're back on your meds, that's why you don't see them so often..." I didn't dare add that he might completely stop seeing some of them.
Frankie spent some time crying in silence, shaking and sweating while I just held him. "G-gee...I h-have to stop t-talking to them? I s-see them and they s-speak! I...I h-have to d-do as if th-they're not there, n-now?" he murmured with sadness. That was when I set my limit. I didn't care if Goldberg would like my decision or not, I would not torture Frank any more.
"No babe, you can keep on talking to them. It's ok."
"Y-you don't m-mind?"
"Nope. Just remember that other people can't see them, ok?"
"K-kay." his lips curved up faintly. "G-gee?"
"Yes?"
"I...I'm c-crazy like some p-people say? Y-you said the f-first time..."
"I know I did, but that was wrong. You're not crazy, you're just ill. It's not that bad, though. It makes you special, as Grace told you. Just think of it: you can see things no one else can!"
"Th-that's true!" he suddenly seemed content, the stressful moment forgotten. That was it? Had I worried so much for nothing? Had Frank really understood it all and accepted it as long as he could still talk to his imaginary friends? I hoped, but wasn't that sure.
"We 'normal' ones are boring." I'd sometimes wish I was like him to share what he felt, to see what he saw.
"Y-you're not." he whispered in my ear. "I l-love you." He sat up and moved around until he was straddling me, now smiling widely.
Tempted, I stole a quick kiss from Frankie, and his laughter filled the room together with my heart. Naughtily, he stole the kiss back from me, and I felt complete. At that exact second I needed no more. Those crossed, hazel eyes in front of me were a view of pure bliss.
Frankie raised his hands, the back of them caressing the sides of my face. Gently, barely perceptible. His bright orbs behind black rim still fixated on mine, while his fingers traveled down. They reached the hem of my white t-shirt and slid under it. He was experimenting, feeling me for the first time. He bit his lip shyly, and I smiled to let him know it was okay.
Fingertips grazed my nipples. He giggled, amused. I threw my head back; liking that too much, but afraid at the same time. I had to stay in control, not let pleasure completely win me over. He would feel it, I could scare him. Since Frankie told me what had happened with that boy John, I was terrified of scaring him.
My arms that had been limply hanging out of surprise, were finally lifted. Fingers found their place into my sweet boy's entangled hair; then going down. Palms roaming along his back, cautiously stopping by the small of it. As always, the most I dared to try. This time, though, Frank moved his body slightly up to kiss behind my ear, my hand accidentally sliding further down. I heard him gasp and I withdrew my hand, checking on him worried. He was still smiling.
"Is it ok if I touch you there? Did you like it?" I needed his verbal agreement.
"Y-yes..." he blushed. Slowly, my hands returned to their last position. Frank's were now at my shoulders, as he exhaled lengthily. I attacked his mouth; a non violent attack, one loaded with love and passion. His everlasting smile only dissolved when he returned the kiss with the same intensity. It was the most heated ever, and the room got warmer. I was lost in place and time, only aware of his lips on mine, both our tongues joined as one. Unconsciously, I squeezed him.
"Uh...sorry baby..." I apologized, then realising that he was humming contently, pecking at the sides of my mouth cutely. I rubbed his hips as we kissed again.
All of a sudden he broke the kiss and fidgeted, trying to find a more comfortable pose. I waited. He tugged at his shorts a little, got closer to me and whimpered. That's when I felt it, against my groin and through his pants, and I saw the control of my own body peril. I touched his cheek with my nose, forehead to forehead.
"It's ok." I whispered. I turned and lied on the couch, Frank on top of me. I took off his glasses, hugged him tightly, and the kissing was resumed. He seemed more at ease. I was losing my battle, feeling him so close to me was too much. I instinctively jerked my hips up. Frankie opened his eyes wide and stared at me. It wasn't a look of fear but of discovery; he had liked what he felt.
John had only fucked him, nearly brutally. With no feeling, no previous contact or sweet words. Frankie wasn't a virgin, yet he knew nothing about many things. He hadn't experienced anything of what we had been doing.
As we continued kissing and mildly touching, Frank began to rock his hips. A reflex, his body acting by need. Although he was enjoying it, I was unsure if it was alright. I wondered if I was crossing the line by allowing this but really, I wasn't doing anything. I had done nothing wrong.
"I...I l-love you." he said breathless. I started to move with him, I couldn't help it.
Frankie scarcely made any sound, and I tried to keep myself quiet too. I wanted to be able to hear his sighs and little whimpers once in a while, listen to his heartbeat accompanying mine, our chests so close that it burnt. Our dressed bodies went on with the dance, our swollen mouths missing rhythm. I exploded inside of my boxers after not too long a while. For the first time in months.
Since I took Frank home, he'd always been by my side; and even when he slept I had never pleasured myself. I couldn't think of him to get off, neither had I felt the necessity. Now it was both of us enjoying and it didn't feel that wrong. Not wrong at all, actually.
I was done, but I kept on moving, helping Frank reach his climax. Sensing him freeze and grip my shoulders hurtfully, watching him close his eyes tight and allow his jaw to fall, relaxed, while his body shook. Then it all went silent and quiet, and his head collapsed on my neck. I didn't speak, I didn't want to ruin the moment.
"I n-need to go ch-change." he spoke secretly. "I...I'm w-wet."
"Nah. I want you, pretty babe, to stay here with me. Besides...I'm wet too, so I don't mind."
"Y-you? R-really?" he smirked.
"Shh, really!" I traced his little nose with a finger. Frank laughed; his eyes were sleepy but he seemed happy and as innocent as ever. He was fine, I was fine.
Glancing at the black watch on my wrist that read 6: 30 pm, I set the alarm for 8:30 -when Frank had to take his pill- and we fell asleep, exhausted. I didn't need anything else. Even if we never did more than that, even if we didn't even do that again, it'd be enough the same. We had our love, we had each other. Who cared what the others thought? Who cared whether my family would accept it? Not me.
CHAPTER 27
Hell is living without your
love ain't nothing without your
touch me, heaven would be like
hell is living without you.
"G-GERARD! G-GEE!" Frank called me loudly. I had gotten up first that morning to have breakfast ready.
"I'm here in the kitchen, baby. What's wrong?" I asked. He came in shaking, his hair a mess and his face stained with tears. "Frankie, are you okay?"
"I...I w-was looking for P-puppy but...c-can't...I...d-dunno wh-where..." he sobbed. I had prayed for this moment to never come. Bracing myself for what was next, I inhaled deeply and tried to pour the security I didn't have into my voice.
"Ok...first you have to try and calm down. Come here, let me wash your face." I brought Frank to the sink and he just kept on crying, without saying a word. Feeling the cold water on his reddened skin seemed to sooth him a little, so I moistened his hair to refresh him. The temperature was incredibly high for that early hour.
"Better. Now you'll sit here and take your pill." I deposited him on the table and handed him the candy, waiting until he swallowed it. "Finish your juice. I'll go for your glasses and then we'll talk, ok?"
"K-kay..." New tears rolled down his cheeks, which I kissed before leaving.
Once he had his glasses on, I looked at his sad face. His eyes were slightly shifting, as they'd always do when he got too nervous; even more if many hours had passed since his last pill. "Now tell me again what happened. Take it easy, don't try to speak too fast."
"I...w-was looking for P-puppy," Frank took a deep breath. "b-but could n-not find...him. N-not here. He...h-he's not h-here, Gee!" he was crying even worse now, choking with the tears and coughing.
"Frankie...Frankie look at me. Breathe slowly, like this, follow me...good. Now drink a little more juice, small sips." I held the glass to his lips, he was a bundle of nerves at the moment.
I needed to keep my calm, one of us had to and it was clear who. My own fears didn't matter. I hopped on the table and embraced him, rocking him gently. "Remember what I told you yesterday about the illness you have?"
"Y-yes..." his voice was hoarse and unsure.
"You know how I explained to you that there are some things your mind makes up, and now that you're better you sometimes can't see them?"
"Y-yeah but...b-but Puppy's real. Ev-everybody sees him and...he...y-yeah he's r-real and I c-can't find him!" he appeared to suspect what I was going to tell him, and the possibility was unthinkable to him. Anyone could see that Puppy was the most real of all his hallucinations. He was his friend, his mate. I knew what was the right thing to do, but it didn't match what I felt like doing. What could I do, anyway? Letting Frank think that his dog had ran away wasn't much better.
"Baby, no. Puppy...he's not real either. I know he seems so to you, more than any other thing. I know you can see him, hear him, feel him when you hold him. I truly believe you can..."
"N-NO!" Frank pushed himself off the table but stumbled, falling on his knees. He crawled to a corner and, facing a wall, started to hit it with his fist. "Y-YOU...ARE... A...L-LIAR!! S-STOP IT! I W-WANT PUPPY! G-GIVE HIM TO M-ME! M-MINE! HE...H-HE EXISTS, L-LIAR! YOU S-SEE HIM, HE E-EATS ALL HIS F-FOOD. Y-YOU...S-STOP IT!"
"Frankie please, you're gonna hurt your hand..." I approached him carefully, barely touching his flexed knee. He instantly extended it and thrust it forward against my chest, violently making me apart.
"G-GET OUT, L-LIAR! O-OUT! G-GIMME MY D-DOG!" he stabbed me with his screams, his harsh words.
"I don't have your dog, he's not..." again I tried to touch him and he kicked my stomach, causing me to double over in pain. However, the emotional pain and confusion Frankie was going through hurt me even more. It reminded me of the time when he had gone wild and practically attacked me. I didn't want that happening again, mostly for his own sake I needed to avoid it, I needed him to relax.
"I S-SAID: G-GET OUT! P-PUPPY'S REAL AND I W-WANT HIM NOW!"
"Shh...you're right, you're right. Puppy is real." I conceded, not getting any closer. He raised his head and glanced at me, panting and weeping.
"Y-YOU SAID...L-LIAR!"
"I know, I know what I said. I thought that...as you couldn't find him..." I wanted to improvise, but I was too scared to use my brain properly. "What I told you doesn't matter, Puppy exists...don't cry. Please let me get close to you, Frankie, I love you. "
"Y-you lied! Y-you said s-something horri-ble! Th-that's mean!" he lowered his tone, the angst and hurt still present.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry...I saw you so worried for Puppy that I didn't know what to say..." I cautiously made my way to him on all fours. He cried louder, yet didn't stop me.
"Wh-where's P-puppy?" he asked, his voice imperceptibly if I hadn't been so close.
"I don't know...maybe he's just hiding very well?" I guessed. Frank meditated while he played with the cords of my sneakers, tears falling endlessly on them.
"Uh...h-he becomes in-inv-invi-sible. In-invisible, that...m-maybe?" he met my eyes and I saw it in his face that he was being serious. It was a perfectly coherent, reasonable theory for him.
Goldberg would probably kill me for using it.
"Yeah, it could be that! Maybe Puppy can get invisible once in a while."
"Y-yeah I th-think so..." he whispered with a little smile. I closed the scarce distance between us and kissed his forehead. He moved ahead and hugged me.
"You'll see your doggie again, don't worry. We'll leave him food here and I'm sure he'll eat it. Now we better have breakfast before Ray comes." I got up with him in my arms and dropped him on a chair.
"Y-yeah, or he'll e-eat all m-my cereal!" Frankie giggled. He looked tired and still a little troubled; but the invisible-dog hypothesis had made him feel better and the medication had just kicked in, so he was at least calm.
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The following day Frankie saw Puppy several times, feeling immensely happy that he hadn't lost him. He didn't seem worried anymore. Whenever he couldn't find his pet, he'd just scold him and order him to become visible. Of course Puppy didn't always obey, and in those cases Frankie would have some long arguments with the air. I knew it wasn't the most normal situation and it'd probably only work until Frankie didn't see the dog at all, but I could breathe for a while and have more time to think of a better solution.
Ray wasn't in complete agreement with how I'd managed the problem, he said I should have insisted with the truth. Nevertheless, when I explained how angry Frank was acting, he could understand why I had been afraid of going on with the original plan.
About Frank's other hallucinations, I noticed that he'd still talk to them when alone and stop as soon as he saw me appear. It was as if he was ashamed of being caught doing it now that he knew they weren't real.
Nothing like what occurred that afternoon on the couch had happened again, only the usual kisses and touches. We did grew more comfortable on that last area since then, though never going too far. The only premeditated thing when it came to us was my decision to let Frankie lead the way. I didn't know what would be next. Ours was a spontaneous, slow paced relationship. It was romantic.
Frankie would spend a lot of time looking at magazines, sometimes reading some random parts to me. He had also been drawing a lot more, using the correct colors now. He'd drawn us all -including Bob- except Mikey. I supposed Frank was still angry at him after he heard us fight. While watching him draw, I often wondered why he'd never include his imaginary friends, but I didn't think it was convenient to mention it. It was maybe better that way and I had disregarded Goldberg's advices enough.
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I'd been cleaning the kitchen for a while after I got back from work when I heard Frank talking. He was in the living room, playing with some wooden building blocks that I'd found in my closet. I was placing them into a new box to give to a little neighbor next door, but Frankie saw me and his eyes lightened. He begged me to let him keep them and I had no reason to refuse. If he enjoyed children toys, I wouldn't oppose it. What's more, I believed anything that fomented creativity was good for him.
I tiptoed to the living room and observed Frank from far away. A house of blocks had been built over the coffee table, and he was now having a conversation with someone near him on the floor.
"N-no!" he laughed. "Y-you can't...at-attack him like th-that! I'd g-get into t-trouble! Y-yes, I w-would! And...and b-besides...Gee s-said you're not r-real and the o-others can't see y-you."
"What the..." I flinched when hearing that, continuing to listen on the sly.
"I kn-know!" Frank rolled his eyes. "I kn-know you're real. I s-see you, s-silly people! Duh! D-dunno why they c-can't. B-but it's l-like that, only I c-can cause I'm s-special." he nodded proudly. Following a sudden urge to kiss him, I made myself noticeable. Frank returned to his blocks, dissimulating.
"Hi baby, that's a pretty house! You were talking to your little army there?" I asked him casually after crashing my lips against his.
"Uh? N-no I wasn't."
"Frankie...I saw you." I didn't intend it to sound like a reprimand, and hoped he wouldn't take it like that.
"I...th-they were...I m-mean I s-saw them and..." he looked down embarrassed. I sat beside him and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me.
"The other day when we talked about it, you asked me if you could keep on speaking to them. Do you remember what I answered?"
"Y-yeah...that I c-could, that it w-was okay."
"Then why are you ashamed? You don't have to, really. Do you like talking to them?"
"Y-yes, th-they're funny and m-my friends." he smiled.
"Then everything's fine." I assured him. "You can still have them as friends and talk, I don't mind. Please, don't stop if someone enters the room. Just remember they're not real, that's enough."
"B-but people will n-notice and say I'm c-crazy."
"And then I'll be there to kick their asses! I'll always take care of you, anyone who makes my beautiful special boy upset will end up with a sore ass."
"Y-yay! Th-the little people s-say they'll k-kick them too!" he laughed. My curiosity resurged.
"How do they look? I know they're similar to normal people but...how tall? And how do they dress?"
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