𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲 | 𝗞. 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺

02 | 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒

'' 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 if life sought to stop us, the love that bids us by God is everlasting like how Solomon loved his wives. I love you like how a crown rest upon a throne, i love you like how doves love freedom. I want to be yours, Altair.,, the man sputter his breath hitched as he felt embarrassment waved him off.,,

ASTA closed the book feeling corny of why he read that book in the first place, as he sweatdrop realizing it was evening already with no doubts further ahead. He looked down at the book and wondered.
'Why would he do all that for a girl..?'
He wondered.  it was familiar from his childhood, remembering everything from his past to the second. It reminded him of his mom, of how she still loved his father despite his crimes. It was like a force love or despite a pure occurrence realizing that she had to raise the children by herself.

Yet it didn't click to him yet, inexperienced with love was something he can say. He sighs looking down once again at the book. 'Love truly is strange.' he thought going back to his house in the lonely streets. He walked down the street, deja vu hit him as he sensed the wave of memory as he turned around.

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The young boy turned around as he had a big smile on his face. His sister tried to catch up as she played everlastingly with him, as he spin her around like a brother he was. He couldn't be anymore more happier.

His sister hugged him dearly never letting him go like a squid sticking to a wall, yet it was warm. Full of warmth, Asta cared... He truly did...

Yet why must the world be so cruel...?

    "Your sister is alright... Don't cry dear."
The doctor hugged asta as he sobbed into the doctor's shoulder, he was Traumatized. He felt useless unable to save his little sister from being raped, all he could do was cry and try to push the men away from holding him back. He felt so useless... His sister, crying trying to save herself being raped at such age of 7. Asta was still 10... He was still young.

The doctor saw Asta's Traumatized face as she felt bad for the boy, seeing his sister being raped was not easy... It was never easy to begin with.

A boy like asta never deserves any of this, no one does. The doctor felt so sick of something like this happening.... She just had to do something, she can't just sit there and be nothing...
She had to.

As asta gripped onto her shirt, as a sentence came out of his mouth. "I want to be a hero, i want to save anyone who will encounter any sort of abuse or assault." He said determined.
He wants to be a hero, like his mother.

When he came home, he kept blaming himself kept ranting to his mother he should've just abandoned him. Yet she gently pet his hair, as she looks down on on her son who was crying. Crying like a newborn baby, If only her husband was here as she hears her baby's please "Mom I'm so sorry, I should've been the one to get tortured. I should've been the one— I'm sorry Mama, I'm so sorry im the one to blame." He said as he couldn't stop crying as she shush him as she smiles softly yet so sadly.

"It's never your fault, dear. It's mine."
She said as she calmly brushed his hair. "Im so sorry, if i didn't let you guys out that day, nothing would've happen. I should've known everything, but it's never your fault anak. And never will be."
She hums as she kissed asta on his forehead as she hums a melody he will always love, he love his mom. He dearly does.

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"I love my mama."