"Your secrets are safe with me, even if you are not."

She said that to him in the secret garden of his own designs made up of discarded pages of his unwritten novel.

She left him chewing her half eaten half forgotten words.

But he wasn't fretting. He had few of her unsolicited secrets too.

He knew just how utterly human she truly wasn't.

And that her main secret within a secret was she had been his secret for so long he didn't know when he had forgotten her and when she started remembering him.