A pretty face doesn't mean a pretty heart.
My head pounded, voice speaking louder than words. As I watched a memory unfold in a way that made me feel I was the outsider. Watching through another's eyes as I laughed with the other beside me. Suddenly it flashed to the day that pleasantries had ended and was instead replaced with reality. The crack of thunder forcing the realization to dawn upon him.
He had no one.
He was just like me.
The resemblance undeniable. His lips were full and complete, his jaw hadn't come out just yet and his cheeks were plump. Nose small, kind of like a button, just like mine. Even down to the dimples and beauty marks on his face. Short brown locks taking up all of his head.
He is me.
What happened?
My memory keeps coming back in flashes like this, I don't understand. What does it mean? How did I get here?
"It's okay, I'm your friend now." A voice broke through the darkness, he wasn't sure of the origin but somehow it helped him feel comforted despite the situation. "I'll keep you safe."
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A story of which a male struggles to find a place called home.
Warning:
This story contains dark content. This is not for people who get triggered easily.
Other things:
This story is connected to Kalon. The character described won't be outed immediately so try and take a guess. Remember that I am only using the names, face claims, and general outlines of stray kids and that this story is in no way true but entirely a work of fiction. Please remember and stay safe while reading.
If y'all are wondering, Kalon is a Greek word so the chapters are named after how Greeks pronounce their numbers without the accents, Hiraeth is a welsh word so this story will be counting in welsh. Enjoy.
