𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980 (BL)

𝒪𝓃𝑒

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980

Thunder could be heard as footsteps pattered on the ground, splashing through small puddles as the boy ran. His breath was ragged as he fled, running away from his life. Tears stained his face, mixing with the raindrops. He ran past tall buildings, not knowing where to go, allowing his feet to carry him into a dark alleyway. Panting and shuddering from the cold, he fell to his knees and hugged himself tightly, crying.

She won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she won't find me, she-

He repeated that in his head as he sought comfort, knowing that his abusive mother wouldn't find him. He had run away from home, finally, but he didn't know where to go now. Sitting in the corner of the dark alley, it made him even more scared; it was dark, with the only source of light being the moon shining down.

His brown hair was now damp from the rain, as were his clothes. He trembled in fear, cold, and anxiety. He didn't know where to turn.

But then suddenly, a presence appeared, making him alarmed, causing him to back away further against the cold brick. His breathing grew heavier as he looked up to see who it was. It was a man, wearing a black trench coat, black leather gloves on his hands, holding a black umbrella, his black boots stepping on the wet ground.

He flinched when the man extended his hand to him, offering to help him up. The young man took the man's hand and was gently pulled to his feet again.

"W-who are you...?" The young man asked, his voice shaky from fear.

The man stood close to him, letting the umbrella cover them both. "Mr. Wolfgang," he said with a deep, husky voice.

"Did you run away from home?" The man asked calmly, and the young man simply nodded his head lightly.

"How about you come with me?" The man suggested, making the young man study his face. The man appeared to be in his early 30s. The young man's alert mode was now on; he knew that going with a stranger was not a good idea.

"I won't force you. I'm just letting you know that I'm willing to give you a roof to stay under," the man added. This time, the young man was having second thoughts. He gave him another hesitant look as the man raised a brow, waiting for his answer.

"Where will we go?"

"To your new home."

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At first, the young man thought he had gotten himself into a dangerous situation, perhaps even risking abduction or worse. However, he soon realized that this man was treating him like his own child. The man guided him into the backseat of the car and offered him his trench coat to warm up. As the man got into the driver's seat and started the engine, their journey began.

As they passed by buildings, stores, and shops with their lights on, the young man couldn't help but admire the sights around him.