“That’s silly! Don’t say that,” she cuddles up tight to me. “Is Will unhappy? Or depressed?”
“No,” I say darkly.
“Then how would you describe him?”
What a strange question. I have never thought about it like that. Since I have been unhappy about him, from my point of view, everbody else should regard him the same way. I swallow a few times before answering. I recall the last time I saw Will.
“Happy?”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“Happy. Carefree, on the level of a six-year-old.”
“Well, it might sound strange, but I think, this by itself is more than what most of us can say about ourselves,” she explains, pulling a face.
I laugh bitterly, then bury my fingers into her hair with a deep sigh. Raven puts her head into my palm, and stroking my chest, continues talking.
“Acciden
