I moved so that my head was on his chest and I made shapes on his taut stomach. One of Jared’s arms was around my shoulder and the other was at my waist. I didn’t know what to expect out of this, but something deep down told me that Jared was going to open up to me. “Do you want to know why I have such a hatred for humans?” he asked as if it was the most casual thing in the world and I nodded. Jared took a deep breath before beginning his story. “I was five years old when it happened.” Jared took another shuddering breath. “My father, mother, and little brother were out playing in the snow when a bunch of humans came out from the woods,” my eyes went wide but I still kept silent. “They had guns and began closing in on us.” Jared looked down at me and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away
