alone.

once again.

what is love?
is it a dangerous game that should not be played? or is it another world full of secrets only people inside can know?

either way it shall still hurt more than the pain a young mother gave me.

December 14th, 2003.

"I'm sorry my dear child, I am not equip to take care of a young human, as I am only one myself." my mother would place me down in an empty box down route 9. she kisses my forehead and rushed down the streets, greatly the biggest mistake she would make.
I was betrayed by my own flesh and blood.

a young man pondered down the street until he would hear cries coming from the child. Curious he would wonder to find where the noise was coming from. Box in sight he was pondering if he shall open the box in front.

he did.

December 14th, 2018.

"I'l be fine papa. It's just down the street." I would say. "just be careful." I nodded slightly and rushed out the door, the box of books in my hand. rushing down the street I reached a house. I knocked on the door, box still firmly in my grasp."yes?" A voice came from behind, "oh! You startled me. I have the books as promised!" I said in a cheerful tone.

"Oh you are just an angel aren't you! Thank you." she smiled taking the box from my grasp. A smile formed on my face. "It is no problem!" I said once again in the same cheerful tone. "Off you go now, your father must be worried." I nodded and skipped away towards my home.

And In that moment there
I screamed as loud as I ever could.