𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊,
There was a girl from a loving family.
A boy from a broken background.
Everything went well until she was separated from her childhood best friend.
She struggled to come to terms with his sudden absence from her...
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She is 16 years old (still)
The neighbourhood seemed unchanged yet alive with memories — the tree where we played hide-and-seek, the park bench where we shared secrets, and now, the front door where I stood, gathering my thoughts before knocking.
Killian's house was a reflection of his life—a sanctuary tainted by shadow
A place that had become a second home over the years.
The peeling paint and creaking porch steps were constant companions, echoing the struggles within. Behind the door lay a world where laughter often gave way to hushed sobs, where the scent of neglect mingled with fleeting moments of warmth.
As I entered, the air hung heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and faded dreams. Photos of a younger Killian adorned the walls, his smile a stark contrast to the reality I knew he faced daily.
"Don't tell me you're here so fucking early to have another round of hide-and-seek."
I managed a small laugh, despite the heaviness in my heart. "Not today, Kill."
He appeared in the doorway, his expression shifting from playful to serious as he took in my face. "What's wrong, Alex?" His voice softened with concern.
I stare at him, unable to get the words out. The last twenty-four hours in my house were a mess - it had scarred me for life.
"Alex?" Killian gets closer to me, grabbing my arms.
He's changed over the past few years. I still remember the day I met him - on that playground. A wrecked small boy, on the verge of life. He was so chubby and cute back then. Now he's taller and stronger - he literally towers over me now. His jet-black strands fall over his forehead. That chubby cute face I fell for was now hardened into a strong jawline and a perfect aristocratic nose.
He's been going for basketball practice at school which molded his body into a muscular build.
Despite the changes, his eyes still held the same warmth and kindness that had drawn me to him all those years ago.
"I'm here," he said softly, breaking through my thoughts. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
I took a deep breath, grateful for his unwavering support. "Where's your mom and dad?" I began, my voice trembling with emotion.
"She's passed out cold in her from last night and dad's gone to work. Nobody's here, sweetheart. You can tell me anything." His voice was so calm, belying the gravity of the situation.
"You've been there for me through everything," I began slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "But this time... I don't know how to say it."
"You don't have to rush," he said softly, his touch a reassuring anchor.
"My parents are getting divorced."
The words hung heavy in the air, shattering the usual quiet of Killian's house. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, sending a surge of panic and sorrow through my veins - needles started to prick at my throat.
