𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦 ~ 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

Chapter 8

The memories of a strong bond like theirs cannot be severed..

I have always wondered how humans put so much weight on words and take some of them like nothing. How acts can speak for ourselves when we're too scared to hurt someone with what we say.

Too shy to word our feelings, too hurt to express our pain.

The way our body manifest our truest emotions when the tongue is as frail as our soul.

We, living beings can be prisoners of our own mind and even demons can't scape that fait.

There are words that our mind wish to disappear from our memories because they hold a lot of darkness that the light of the world cannot get in.

Just how much can someone take until they reach their limit?

Questions in the mind of a certain boy..

As the snow falls on the white ground, a small kid was badly getting beaten up by two older boys; and still, that poor kid didn't raise his fists but rather covered his face from harm.

As a pure heart asking for mercy.

Growing up in a humble family, Koji was a quiet and kind child, an excited one waiting for his little sibling to be born soon, already crafting wooden toys and dolls so they could play together in the future.

"What's wrong, Koji? Can't stand a couple of hits?" Spouted one of the boys.

The dark haired kid was too shy and kind to speak for himself even when it was needed, of course that made him a target for the older ones as they gave him names. Even if he knew, he never said it was annoying, that it made him cry in his sleep, that those unforgivable acts they tried to cover as "jokes" made him doubt himself.

He kept it in his own and little by little those small hands and frail arms became his weapon, his smile being his shield of the disrespect he had been receiving over the years, his life just starting at the age of ten years old.

Until that day he was getting punched in the snow, when suddenly more hits were heard.

But not against his body.

"..."

As his eyes fluttered open to adjust to the light, he met other two that stared down at him on the ground, a hand reaching to grab his with his ears still ringing and his heart a tad faster.

Slowly, listening to the world again as the person in front of him insisted on helping him to get up.

Soft hands giving him support to stand up.

"Are you alright?" spoke a tender voice

He didn't answer until a few seconds later, nodding his head that was covered in dirt and dark spots.

The face of a girl with her hair braided perfectly to the side was staring at him, pouting a little because the boy was obviously injured.

"Don't lie, you're all covered in wounds. Boys are weird.." she mumbled taking part of her clothing to clean his face a little.

The fabric was so soft by touch that Koji thought it felt like a pair of hands cupping his face. The girl in front of him smiling once his face was all cleaned.

No one beside his family helped him like that, or tried to hold a conversation with him. Adults saying that he was to weak and small to defend himself that alone defend his future brother.