MoraLinn

Morajo was sitting alone, distractedly fiddling with his cell phone. As soon as Linn entered the room, he immediately locked the screen.

— Linn.

He gets up and goes to him.

Come here.

Morajo stood very close, looking at him with a strange, almost overly affectionate smile.

Did you realize that I remember everything about you?

He can count them on his fingers.

The way you talk when you're tired... what you do when you're nervous... even where you tend to look when you're lying.

Morajo laughs softly.

It's kind of scary, isn't it?

He tilts his head.

But I can't help it.

His gaze softens.

You simply take up too much space in my head.

A pause.

And I don't want you to leave.