Page 14 of Heart Shaped Wreckage
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in town before. Are you from here?”
“Maybe?” He shrugged. “I don’t… I know nothing.”
“Huh?”
“If you don’t know me, do you think you might be able to help me find someone who does? I’d really like to know my name, at least. It’s embarrassing to not know.”
Had he fallen and hit his head? “You have no idea who you are? You’re not fucking with me, are you?”
“If I were fucking with you, I think you’d know it.”
“Huh?”
“Fucking is a carnal act between two or more beings. Oh! I have a penis,” he stated proudly.
I smirked and crossed my arms. “You’re totally fucking with me.”
“I’m sorry, I… I guess I don’t say the right things. You’re the first person that I can remember ever talking to besides myself.”
“You’re not kidding?” I studied him and watched his body stay relaxed. If he was a liar, he was a good one.
“I don’t know if I am or not. Seems like a weird name, though.” He shrugged happily. This was too strange. “Are everyone’s muscles that big, usually?”
“No. I’m an alpha. Are you… What are you?”
“I wish I knew. I do remember magic, though. I think magic must exist because I know it does. But I have no idea how I know.”
“Let me smell your fingers.” I reached, and he placed his small, fragile hand in my own. He stunk of it. Magic always left a smell, but this didn’t have the normal rotten egg smell I usually associated with human witches. This was something else. A faint smell of the wilderness, of a predator much like my own. But a magic as old as the legion of angels. Familiar, yet surprising. What was it doing on a human witch?
“You really have no memory?” I slowly let his hand go, but his finger latched onto my own.
“Not that I can remember. Am I a baby?” He swung our hands gently.
“No.” I stared at the adorable man and smiled. “You are a full-grown man. A very handsome one.”
“I’m handsome? You think I’m handsome?” Our fingers unlocked, and I put my hand back on the door sill and leaned into it. I couldn’t help myself. I was a shameless flirt.
“Anyone would.” I couldn’t let him wander around on his own and get hurt, could I? He might have been an adult, but in this state, he was helpless. “Why don’t you come in?”
“That sounds nice.”
He walked underneath my extended arm and inside my small house. It was only a one-bedroom, but I did have a very nice kitchen, which I rarely used. I turned around and closed the door behind me.
“You probably shouldn’t just walk into anyone’s house. Not everyone is… good.”
“I know that. I might have been born today, but I have… common sense!” He beamed at me as he looked at the meager furnishings I had acquired years ago when I moved here. I bought the place furnished, and I preferred the outdoors. Now I wish I had spruced the place up a little. I did live here after all.
“It’s… uh… Sorry about the mess.”
“I think I like mess.”
“Then you should feel right at home.”
“Home? Do I have a home?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think I do. It tingles in my brain when I say the word. I wonder where it is?”
