A gentle movement made me wake from my sleep
It made my mouth open a bit
A hot chocolate taste got into my mouth
But it didn't feel like a liquid
Decided to get up, and failed miserably
He hushed me to stay and let him feed me
Laying on a warm blanket, battling with a freezing wind that blew softly from the outside
When he was done feeding me, I asked where I was and why was he helping me
He told me that I was in a summer camp and he found me outside of his summer camp so he is the one who is responsible to my health
Later he left me again and didn't comeback anytime near that day
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Hyacinthus
Short StoryA story of modern Hyacinthus. Where Clayton Rodgers found himself in a summer camp for his kind and one thing lead to another. Copyright 2016 Alessio Fierr Cover by lucasdaydream
