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Killdip- Shared Trauma

This takes place in an orphanage where Kill and Tyrone were raised together. Both of them are about ten years old. Tyrone's mom was an abusive and poor alcoholic, which led to child support services coming and putting Tyrone into an orphanage, and Azrael abandoned Kill and his siblings there because he's a shitty father :3

Kill's POV:

Tyrone and I were sitting in the room we shared. He was playing with some busted up toys the administrator threw at us, while I was sitting in bed, reading the fifth book of the "Harry Potter" series. He set down a sock monkey, climbing into bed next to me. Since our orphanage was poor, two kids had to share a twin-sized bed, in a room that was as big as a closet. "Kill, do you ever think we'll get adopted?" Tyrone stared up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with hope and wonder. I never wanted to tell him, but we'd never get adopted. Nobody likes older kids. The administrator told me the reason Bill and Will got adopted was because they were young, and the couple that adopted them didn't want old kids. "Yeah, maybe one day..." I sighed softly. 

Tyrone's eyes seemed to glow brighter as he thought about being somebody's kid. "Just think about it! No more mean staff, no more slop everyday, and huge beds!" Tyrone muttered in a dreamy voice, laying his head on my shoulder. Since our bed was so small, we practically had to cuddle with each other to stay on it! His face buried into my chest, my heart skipping a beat. I hoped he didn't look up, because if he did, he'd see that my face was covered in a bright red blush. "That sure does sound amazing...and maybe we can be neighbors! And play everyday outside..." I said. Tyrone's face lit up, but soon formed into a sad expression. "B-But...nobody wants us...w-why won't anybody adopt us?" His voice was filled with sadness, and his eyes were soon full of tears that soon fell onto my shirt. I hated to admit it, but he was right. We probably were never going to get a home. It's either people think we're too old, or they take one look at us and think that we're monsters, or too weird. I pulled Tyrone closer to my chest, my hand gently burying his fluffy hazel hair. His grip started to loosen as his eyes fluttered closed, soon soft snores filling the air. I looked down at him, tears still staining his cheeks. "Maybe one day, Tyrone..."

I started down at him a little longer, before placing my chin on top of his head. "And when that day comes, I'll promise to never leave your side."