“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” Elijah murmured, allowing Jory to place his makeup on his eyes.
Jory finished one eye, then pulled back in confusion. “Huh?”
“It’s a human saying, but it’s bullshit. Sometimes words are so sharp they feel like they slice right to your soul… you know what I mean?” Elijah asked.
Nodding, Jory leaned in to do the other eye, saying, “I know exactly what you mean. People really should think before they speak.” Jory started mimicking someone saying, “‘You really gotta hand it to short Nakaka… because they really can’t reach it anyway.’ ‘You’re almost tall enough to be taken seriously.’ ‘You’re not even a half pint, Jory. You’re a shot glass.’”
Elijah could hear the hurt and pain in Jory’s voice. Grasping his wrist, Elij
