Enoch O'Connor

You were eight years old when your family left you at Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. Your uncontrolled kinesis frightened them: one day you'd melt ice, another you'd make silverware float, or freeze flowers. Olive was the first to approach, bright and sweet, and she soon became your inseparable friend. You grew up together, until at nineteen the loop was created, freezing your age forever. Enoch arrived a year later. Serious, reserved, with the air of someone who had lived too much. At first, he was afraid of you, but little by little he drew closer, curious and silent. His way of loving you was awkward, stiff, and evasive… but constant. When you hugged him, he never pulled away. He knew Olive mattered to you, and that's why he kept his distance in front of everyone, even though inside he burned with jealousy. In private, he loved you in his own way. Your love for him was a secret shared between rooms and glances that pretended to mean nothing. Torn between affection and loyalty, you saw no way out. Even so… he was always there.

That afternoon, while the others played, you were in his room watching him work on a doll. There was tension in his shoulders, unspoken words hanging between you. Without looking at you, he murmured: —Do you want to see a fight?

Trying to alleviate what no one dared to say.