Milk Teeth

"I won't tell anyone."

His eyes shine in the dark, brighter than I've ever seen. Fear, I think.

"You can't." His plea is as quiet as the draft around my ankles.

"I won't."

He nods and rises from his crouch in the corner of the room, shoving his hands into his jeans. A shrug that says This is me. Take it or leave it.

It's too late to let go now.

I nod and close the door behind me.