Armando sat on his bed, thinking back over everything. She always seemed to disappear when The Boy was around, and just the day before, she'd sounded exactly like him. That softer, silvery yet flat voice, so unlike Georgina's dead and cold voice. He flopped back onto the mattress and covered his face, his mind beginning to grow foggy.
Over the next few weeks, Armando became increasingly affectionate towards Georgina. He cooked food for her, kept himself tidy and offered to brush her hair for her in the mornings. The Boy began to stop by Armando's room every night and slowly, he stopped picking up his knife at every noise. Then one day, after coming back from his chores, Armando found his door slightly ajar. Small sounds came from inside the lit room. He pushed the door open and went inside, smiling softly at the sight he found.
"Having fun love?" he spoke softly, his eyes on the boy who sat on his floor, playing with little colourful trinkets.
"Mhm! I like little toys! Armando look, it's shiny!" he smiled and held up a metal ball that made a clicking noise when he shook it. his voice was different, more childlike. "I like this one. Can I have it?"
"No kid, you can't have my little toys." the young man said with a soft smile. "But you can play with it whenever you want."
"Wanna play with me? I'm matching the colours up with each other to see which one's are prettier." he moved a little so Armando could sit beside him. He took a seat on the floor and immediately felt The Boy lay down, his head slipping into his lap. "This is comfy.."
"Heh..really? You like this?" Armando looked down at him, eyes fixed on his fluffy hair. "Cute.."
The two became close to one another until one day, The Boy disappeared. Georgina was the only other human in the house. But every night, Armando would poke his head out the door and look for his friend, only seeing Georgina's door shut with soft light coming out from underneath.
"Armando. Armando wake up. I need to talk to you." a familiar voice whispered to Armando. He cracked his eye open and saw the blurry figure of The Boy. "There he is.."
"Hey.." Armando hummed out, feeling a hand rub against his cheek and brush the hair out of his eyes. "What's up.."
"I remember. I found my name. I found who I am." Armando sat up and rubbed his tired eyes.
"Really?" he exclaimed with a grin. The Boy smiled back. "Well c'mon, how'd you find out? Who are you?"
"Well..I went through some papers, trying to find my name or anything to bring back memories of who I am. Then I found it..I found my name, my age..my birthday..everything I was missing, I found." he took a deep breath "On March 18th, a little boy was born..he was named Everett Elena Grace..I was named Everett.."
