my little bird

I had friend, her has dozen of the stuff. That’s why I love him, that and his excellent taste on clothes. And sarcasm, and his winning personality. You know he looks like Peter Pan? And Pinocchio too! 

So if he has lots of it, and you want more, can't you just go take more from him? Peter Pan and Pinocchio don't even look alike, how can he look like both of them at the same time?

Either way. I want one.

I bet you could convince someone to bring you one, or to make you one.

No.

Where'd you get it then?

I wish I could trade my heart in for another liver, 

Are you even allowed to have that in here?

Zach lowered his gaze to the ground. “I can’t… win… I’m nice, I get in trouble. I kill someone… they look for revenge… and a bad… bad way… bad…” He pressed his lips together. “I mean… they said, they said… I deserve… it. ‘Cause… I killed them… so… I got… what I deserved I guess… or almost.”

"What do you mean in a bad way?" She asked, more confused than she was before. "Did they try killing you too?" Ellie wasn't sure what he meant, but she figured trying to kill him like he almost kill them made some sort of sense. "I don't know what they did, but you didn't deserve it, even if you did almost kill them"

I think it’s more like a breakfast waffle. Like eggs and sausage and stuff like that.

That doesn't sound so gross then, but it doesn't sound like a taco either.

Zach ended up lifting his dangling legs from the edge of the roof to hug his knees. He shook his head sadly, pressing his lips together as to not cry. “‘Cause it’s… bad. It’s bad. So… so bad… scary. I was so…” He took in a deep breath, letting it out. He sniffled and looked at her, nodding. “I appreciate it.”

"So what?" She asked, looking over at Zach. "You can tell me yanno, I won't tell anyone, I promise"

"I mean, I love waffles and I love tacos. So, it could be good."

Yeah, I guess. But what if there's lettuce and tomatoes on the waffles, that'd be gross.

"It’s a bad thing to talk about." He swallowed hard, nodding that it was okay if she sat next to him. "Kay."

"Why's it a bad thing to talk about?" She asked, looking over at him curiously. "I won't touch you at all, okay?" She said as she sat down, putting her hands in her lap.

"No." Zach said, sighing. "I’m not. And don’t hug me if at all you feel the need to hug me." He was serious. He looked down at the ground. He could fall and he’d be fine. Honestly, it sucked that he’d be fine. He looked over at Ellie sadly. He couldn’t voice it. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stop thinking of it and pretend it never happened, but it took a huge toll on him and it played on repeat in his head.

"I wasn't-okay" She said, taking a tiny step back towards the building. "Do you wanna talk about it or something?" Ellie sighed, walking towards where Zach was sitting, "I'm not gonna hug you, just sit next to you, okay?" She said quickly, making sure he wouldn't freak out on her.

Zach’s eyes lifted from the ground to the vast open that just wasn’t apart of the asylum and would never be a part of his own existence again. The trees, the sky, the buildings. More than likely, it was safer out there, too. He stared blankly, though. He held nothing inside of him. Or so, it felt like that. He could hear Ellie’s voice and he slowly turned his head to look at her. “Sitting.” His voice didn’t hold sarcasm. He was, indeed, sitting. Although, his voice didn’t hold life, either. Zach looked, actually, extremely lifeless, which was saying something considering he already was that.

Ellie could understand why people liked to sit up here, the view was sort of pretty, and it was better than staring at a wall all day. "I can see that you're sitting" She said, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. Looking back over at Zach, she could see the blank expression on his face, almost like he didn't have any emotions at all. "Are you okay?"

"—What the hell is a waffle taco?"

Dunno, but it sounds gross.