When I get back to Ariel he is asleep. I cover him with the blanket, tucking it carefully around him and thinking again that he looks like a child. Hell he is a child, barely eighteen. I sit on the floor with my back to the wall and realise that I am hardly more than a child myself. During all of the things that happened to me I was a child.
I’ve had no childhood, not that I can remember. I still have very few memories of being Matthew. My parents want me to visit them, but how can I? H