He didn't know how log he'd been running for now. But he held the soft bulk covered by green blankets.
—Give up Puss In Boots wanna be!– the feline heard the towns people scream as they threw trash and rotten food at him. But he kept running.
The sirens couldn't be seen at all, but he definitely heard them. The cops were comming at an alarming speed. He looked back for a quick moment. Shit.
He had ran reached an allyway.
He woke up.
—Is everything alright dad?– he looked around recognizing that voice. Did he die? He eventually spotted the child and hugged her.
—Dad?–
—Y- yes! Everything's perfectly fine Emma...!– The grey haired man cried as he hugged his child.
—Why are you crying dad?– The blonde girl hugged back her father. She was confused.
—Th- that doesn't matter sunshine... What matter is th- that you're here!–
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FantasíaEvelyn has had a weight on himself for years now. The people of the 20 hundreds are quiet odd for him.
