I Am Never Your Appendage
Language: en
It was the third year of my self-imposed exile in the wilderness, living on a deserted island to keep Silas company, far away from human society. His severe autism made the world a hostile place for him. He still only tolerated my presence, refusing to let anyone else set foot on the shore. He remained the same as he had always been: expressionless, quiet, and completely averse to any form of physical contact. Until today, when the tide washed a woman onto our beach. By the time I found them, his face was flushed red with embarrassment as he desperately pressed his lips to hers, performing…