And I Don't Want The World To See Me
09-26-2015, 02:16 PM
She would answer him, little ears tilting forward and back with uncertainty. His mother had always protected him...but would she after he told her something might be wrong with him? There had to be right? His siblings played and laughed and talked about everything they saw, they wouldn't do that if all they saw was...nothing, right? A low whine racked his chest, the boy pressing himself closer to his mother. Unseeing eyes flicked upwards to where he could feel her warm breath, giving off the illusion that he could see...but his gaze wasn't entirely focused, even so, perhaps he was still too young to detect that.
"Is just...um...momma can tell me 'bout the thing in the sky? What is it? Ganta says it's like a big ball of light...what does it do?" He was hesitant to tell her that he wanted to know what it looked like...what everything around him looked like...he thought maybe if he fished for some information about the outside world, that maybe he could picture it all. It was worth a shot, then maybe he wouldn't have to tell mommy that something might be wrong with him. He didn't want her mad or upset or disappointed at him. That would be his worst fear. |