Comfort.

His name was He. His eyes were a pale green and he was quiet. He always listened to her whenever she cried. He even let her run her fingers through his hair. He would give her kisses while she was sleeping and woke her up the same way. He would let her use him as a pillow and would be there for her when she needed to cry. He’d protect her from everything. He just couldn’t protect her from herself. He couldn’t tell her that what she was doing wasn’t right, it wasn’t healthy. He couldn’t tell her to stop, but he’d try his hardest. He couldn’t speak, because He wasn’t human.

He. // She.