❝——No? I don’t know.❞ His gloved fingers draw his legs up to rest beneath his weight upon the wooden bench where their sloping figures are perched, his willowy form practically curling in on itself as he feels the first chill of the autumn evening trying to crawl underneath the heavy layers of his parka.
❝——I think it’s safe to say that we didn’t exactly have what would qualify as a normal childhood. To be honest, I’m not even sure if we ever even had a childhood to begin with.❞ The sigh of his breath dies upon his lips, and he watches listlessly as its remains dissipate into the cold bruise of sundown. ❝——I don’t want things to go back to the way they were, but I can’t help miss it a little, you know? I mean, as fucked up as things were back then, it was still the four of us together.❞