I paused for a moment. Is he being serious right now? Is he joking? I let out a chuckle and held my waist. I looked at Sunny's dead serious face but I could tell he was already joking. "I don't think who you are, I know who you are. Now stop messing around, our lives depend on this situation right now."

"I am being serious, Beatrice! More than I ever had in my life. You don't know who I ACTUALLY am," He said. I was thinking for a moment, then I realized how he really wasn't joking by looking into his dark orange eyes. I sat beside him, facing slightly away. "Then... what are you talking about?"

"Beatrice, look at me," He said as I did as told. I looked at him, sat face-to-face. He took a deep breath and grabbed my hand, rubbing his soft and gentle thumb against my grey palm. He was thinking of words to say, and I just kept quiet, making sure I was listening. I listened to the soft breathing of the crocodile sleeping just outside the cave.

"Remember that orange paint that was imprinted on your arm?" He asked. I noticed that I was kinda shaking with fear. Or maybe nervousness. But aren't they the same thing? Just different names?
"Yeah?"I said quietly.
"That was from me," He said. I blinked for a moment and said, "Wait what?"

"I carry paint with me," he admitted. I mean, what's wrong with paint? Its just paint, right? He sighed and looked down, trying to find the right words to say. He took another deep breath. I smelled his fresh and minty breath. He grabbed a towel from his hair, slightly washed it with water, and smeared it on his face.

I was confused. Where was this going? Then when the towel covered his entire face, he slowly revealed a grey and a depressed face. I stared at his bright green eyes and it hit me on the face like a brick. His face was grey. Then he washed his arms and legs with the towel. He was entirely grey. It's like I never actually knew who he was anymore. Then he washed his hair and it turned black. Just like my hair, just that it is standing up.

I was shocked and slightly surprised. He sighed and rubbed his arm, looking away from me and never making eye contact. I didn't say anything for a period of time. There was awkward silence, but I decided to break it. "Why? Why have you never told me about this before?"

The orange paint was all in the towel Sunny used to wash them off. And I was holding onto it, like the actual Sunny I've known all these years was gone. My inner child felt like crying somehow, I don't know why, it just did. Sunny looked like he was about to cry too. "I've always wanted to tell you before. I mean, I've seen the way you look at me. I wanted that to see that smile longer than I'll ever live. So I kept it from you. It was to keep you safe and happy. Now you know who I truly am. I'm nothing to you, anymore."

"That's not true," I said. I reached for his hand but he pulled it back. His lips quivered and he shut his eyes tight. "It is. You were attached to the other Sunny, now you're just disappointed in me."

This is so not him. What happened? How? Why? How could I not know? There's so many unanswered questions...!

"I'm not, Sunny. I totally understand," I said softly. A tear drop fell from his cheek. I was afraid to even touch him because I would think that he would go away from me. He said nothing, so I wiped his tears away. I rubbed his cheek gently with my thumb and he held my wrist gently, crying and sobbing as we looked into each other's eyes.

He probably thought that this was gonna be our last time to live, so he told me everything. I gave him a hug. I could hear his quiet sobs and cries as he hugged me back. His warm hands were wrapped around me and it felt nice and comforting. His comforting smell, his still-handsome face, and literally everything about him. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "We're gonna get out of here. I promise you that."

"Thanks Beatrice. I can always count on you," he whispered back which tickled my ear. I let out a soft chuckle and hugged him tighter. Oh, I love this boy so much I could die. I pulled away from the hug and set out our sleeping bags. "First thing in the morning, we're gonna escape from that crocodile. But first, let's get some sleep."

"Alright Captain Beatrice," Sunny crawled into his sleeping bag. We smiled at each other as we were in the bags like little caterpillars. We were almost an inch apart. Then Sunny whispered quietly so the crocodile couldn't hear.
"Hey Beatrice?" He whispered
"Yeah, bud?" I said
"You what's great that I have in my life?" He asked and then answered his own question and said, "You."
I snickered. "Wow, that was so cheesy."

We both let out a quiet laugh together.

We couldn't even sleep that night. All we ever did was talk to each other about our lives and how it's surprisingly depressing. We also talked about life and how it was unfair. Surprisingly, Sunny packed a few of my favorite fruits which we both shared together. We would stare at the blank ceiling of the cave and imagine that the stars were right on it. Soon, I started to fall asleep just as Sunny was talking. It was 11:27 pm.

My eyes started to close shut like windows closing down from the bright sun to keep it dark. Honestly, if I was gonna keep my window closed from the sun, it would be like keeping Sunny away.

Finally, I fell asleep and felt Sunny's arm wrapped around and on top of me. I smiled and dreamt happily.

Sunny told you his secret. Now's your turn, Beatrice.