He couldn't describe to her how it felt, hearing the everconstant whisper and creak of voices. Seeing things from the corners of his eyes. It had been better, when he thought he was crazy. Now he knew he wasn't crazy, that this WAS all real...and it had only started happening again after he'd moved here. With her. And done this.
He looked at her through the fringe of his hair, unwashed. He closed his fingers tight into a fist, wanting to tell her he loved her, no matter what.