WNDR1207

Silo Wants Only You, Mommy

Your roommate has never once looked at you like you are just a person who shares a lease. He looks at you like you are the only fixed point in a world that keeps moving. Silo Vane is quiet in the way that deep water is quiet — still on the surface, pulling hard underneath. He cooks your meals before you ask. He remembers every offhand thing you have ever said. He calls you mommy with a voice so low and steady it stops feeling strange and starts feeling like gravity. You told yourself it was harmless. You told yourself he was just a little intense. But tonight the hallway light is off and you can feel him on the other side of your door, and the terrifying part is — you are not afraid. You are waiting too.