What was even weirder was that the colors and textures seemed to be moving. I wasn’t sure if it was just my vision or that I was just walking along and staring at the same time, but it was quite confusing. Magic? Technology? I wouldn’t think so. I’m trying to stay away from thinking this whole thing is a dream, just in case it wasn’t.
“If you were wondering about the whole color changing thing I’ve got here, I personalized it myself. My house,” he explained.
“Do you live with anyone? Is it your family? I’m not sure if that’s customary here…” I trailed off. Do they know I’m not from here? Obviously I’ve been acting like it, right?
“No,” he said plainly.
“For which question?”
“Both.” His face was straight although he had what seemed like a small pool of sadness at the bottom of his eyes crystal blue eyes. I wasn’t sure how to react.
“Well...um...okay?” was all I said.
He looked at me, sat down on a deep sea blue striped couch, and sighed. I leaned against the wall. I wasn’t sure what to do now.
“When I was little, my mother and father were always cruel to me. They ignored me when I talked to them and beat me when I asked them questions. They were horrible.” He looked at me somewhat miserably. I didn’t know such a face could turn so sad and beautiful simultaneously.
“But, both being fortunate and unfortunate...they’re dead. They’re gone so I have fewer scars, but then again, I’m alone.”
I was shocked by what he was telling me, considering we had only just met. I don’t want to think badly of him just because he’s telling me this, and, really, because he’s telling me. I felt sympathetic for him, not really pity so much as to it being rude. For once, I felt like I could relate. Wait...relate?