Broken Home

XXXVIII

Connor

"You're all that I have left."

"I won't leave you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Preston's mum won't let me stay there anymore."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"You could stay here."

"I don't want to see Jerk-Face ever again."

"Oh."

He seemed to be thinking very hard. His curly hair was sticking up everywhere, his warm hand on mine. His skin so pale but so soft, his hazel eyes wide and puffy, like he had been crying. He listened to me ranting about what had happened when I came back from the hospital crying my eyes out. He made me hot chocolate, he wrapped his warm arms around my cold body.

"I know it sounds crazy, but," He stared down at me. "Maybe we could find a place to be together?"

"Like, a house just for us?"

"Yeah. We can live in a broken home together."