And the last one.....And I really like the color of this one! So have some feels to go with it!
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He had been left alone by his captors in the empty room.He caught some bit of sentence like “...we’ll come get him later” ,”...leave the water somewhere” but his mind didn't took them in account. Instead he was panting hard, curled up on himself, his forehead and knees supporting the rest of his body as he tries to recollect himself. Help was coming, Weaver will come, someone will. It has to. But for now he was alone sobbing with too many things that he couldn’t understand. Too many emotions he didn’t needed, didn’t asked for. Anger, fear, sadness, self-loathing but also some kind of happiness and love and it was all knocking together in his too small head of his. It was so bloody confusing but most of all, it frightened him. It wasn’t that unfamiliar as if_ as if all of this was true...but he couldn’t resign himself to believe it.
As he laid on the cold floor he felt as if some kind of presence brought a wave of warm above him. Like someone had put a blanket on him. And if he wasn’t that sure he was going nut, he would have swear he heard a women…
“It’s going to be alright Papa... we’re coming for you…”
and that’s a wrapped ! Hope you will enjoy those gifts @killian-whump and well I’ll see you next year for a second edition haha ;D *biggest hug you ever hard*