Apr 15
“… and who might that be?” the man asked.
with big eyes you looked up at him before you quickly hid behind the boy. you were trembling so much from the rain and cold, and instantly he puts the towel around your shoulders.
“stay behind me,” the boy murmured before he turned to the man. “don’t speak to her.”
“alright, got it,” he raised his hands, but he didn’t miss the same tattoos on your arms like on the boy’s. “is she your sister?”
“n-no. don’t talk about her,” the boy spit out angrily.
you aren’t his sister or another relative. you’re the only one he saved and he’d move heaven and hell to keep you safe.
