NUT DA NUTTAH - Boreo (OLD)

Chapter 46~ Crane Wife.

((This chapter is semi-based off the song, please listen while reading))

"It was a cold night, And the snow lay low, I pulled my coat tight Against the falling down"

Boris and I sat on the bench on our front porch, watching as the snow fell rapidly from the sky. Both of us were close together hoping to get some body heat from each other to fight off the below freezing temperatures. I finally buttoned up my jacket. Cris-crossing my legs. I looked over at Boris, who was stealing a glance at me sideways. "Are you cold, Potter?" He signed, then immediately putting his hands back into his jacket pockets.
I looked up at his face, which had a curious look and nodded. I got up putting a hand on Boris's shoulder.
"Stay." I signed with my loose hand.
Then proceeded to walk into our small house and find a cotton blanket that was big enough for the both of us. I draped it over one arm. Walking back out of the building with it. Boris smiles at me and I hand it to him, before Quickly getting in beside him. He put it over the both of us as if there were a television in front of us. He kissed my cheek and smiled at me, which I reflected. Then he turned his attention back to the beautifully falling snow. Which was now piling up on the ground.

"As I laid eyes on what I'd found It was a white crane. It was a helpless thing Upon a red stain With an arrow, its wing."

I looked at Boris's face. Which was heavily focused on the snow. Questioning how he ever got through all of what happened in this life.
He had an abusive dad...
His mother died when he was young...
He had literally nowhere to go when I wasn't there...
"Boris?" I signed, tapping his shoulder.
He turned his attention to me.
"Hmm?"
"How did you get through life so easily?"
"Oh you mean like my dad and stuff?"
"Yeah..."
"Well uhm, you kinda helped me through all of it."
I smiled softly laying my head on Boris's shoulder as he beautifully signed.
I thought about how helpless and useless Boris must've felt in those times.
And how I probably was all he had.
"You greatly affected my life in the best ways Potter."
He signed before placing a hand on my back.

"And how I helped him And how I dressed his wounds And how I held him Beneath the rising moon"

I remember trying to help Boris get help but I never really succeeded. We'd lay on the edge of my pool and talk about how useless our lives were. Before we'd get up and run across the yard giggling like small children before Boris went home and I was left standing with only my thoughts.