{ his point of view }

"Do you have any talents?" She asked, her eyes round and filled with interest as she walked right up to me.

"I sing, a bit," I confessed, not seeing the point in lying to the only breathing creature that coexists with me here right now.

"That's so cool!" She gawked at me, the tips of her hair turning orange. Or was it red? Or yellow? I rubbed my eyes with my hands and had to take a second look before verifying that it's pink.

"Not really."

"Can you sing for me? Please?"

I opened my mouth, tried to say something but felt the familiar burning feeling down my throat. So I just shook my head no.