His Good Kitty [ BL ]

CHAPTER XVII | Gave Up Saving..

"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑑.. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.." 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒.

"𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐸! 𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝐸𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑆𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐷𝐿𝑌!" 𝐻𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓.

"𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑆! 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝑁𝑂𝑊?!" 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒.

"𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ-"

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑠! 𝑀𝑎𝑛, 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑜!"

"𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦."

𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦.. 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡..

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ;

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.. 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆?

I found the answer to that question the day I met Alastor. Just one glimpse of his smile would make every struggle feel worth it, like the world wasn't as dark as I had once believed. And every time I saw the tears he tried so hard to hide, it was like a quiet plea; a reminder that I had to become better- not just for myself, but for him. I wanted to be someone he could lean on, someone who could make him smile even on the days he felt he couldn't. Someone who could be his reason to hope again, the way he'd unknowingly become mine.

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝐴𝑙..

𝐵𝑢𝑡...

Maybe I'm not enough..

Maybe I don't have it in me to save him.
Maybe he deserves someone stronger, someone who doesn't stumble, who doesn't feel like collapsing under the weight of his absence..