❛ you can have half. ❜ // the smol is learning to share
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑦 ‘𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢’
Warm caramel hue’s just glance downward, a piece of bread with lunch meat in between had been torn in half. Pushing off the doorframe, John just slipped the zippo lighter that he was messing with, into his jacket pocket. Running his hands against denim fabric, slender digits just pinched at the end before taking it from his hands. “ Thanks kid, “ words were soft, as he quickly took a bite to fill the hunger from within, which started to subside. One bite turned into two and slowly, nothing but air resided between his fingers. Fingertips just rubbing together, John started to realize how hungry he actually was. “ Been a while since someone actually shared something, “ a light joke to ease into the silence, as a hand just hesitantly reaches over to ruffle his hair a bit. A sign of affection that his father once expressed, before their family broke apart.
