The first day I met him in the park, he was folding a piece of paper into odd shapes. At first I didn't understand, but then he looked at me with eyes the same color as the sky and said, "Origami."
When I awoke, I could barely move. No doubt they had both taken turns in beating me. Every time I shifted, I felt vomit rise in my throat, but only once did I actually throw up.
blinked at him after his question, though it sounded like more of an accusation, and opened my mouth to speak. But my body decided to react first and I hit him.