“I-I,” I take a breath steadying myself, while trying to explain to him my tumbling thoughts.
“Who are you? Who am I?” I ask him, watching as something in his features shift before there’s a scuffle by the door, with a whisper of words but no one else appears.
He gives me a smile, one that holds sadness, I blink in surprise but I do not say anything else waiting for him to speak to tell me something.
{Thoughts?}