Norah
" You are not a marshmallow. You are beautiful," he said. " Cute too. "
His face remained stonic, not a hint of a smile on his face, not a twitch, nothing. He was saying it as though he was telling me that the sky was blue and the roses were red. My skin flushed from the compliment, and I shoved the butterflies down as soon as they dared to flutter in my stomach.
" You should stop walking like a ghost. " I mumbled, looking at the broken pieces of wood. I still didn't know how he carried the weight of his body without making a sound as he walked- it was as if he was appearing out of thin air. The next few minutes were gone with me collecting the broken pieces and cleaning up the floor while he found me some plastic cover to put the pieces into.
" Can you also help me take the
