I thought this was cute, so yeah. Ashva forevah
“Why do you act so, so horrid!” I scream.
He glares down, scaring me.
“Well, my father figure taught me love was weakness. Fun fact he once said he loved us and I told him ‘ but you said love was for the weak’ and that got me a slap across the face and a week in cell 72.” He scrunches his nose for a second.
“He hit you?” I frown. He nods and looks away. For the first time, his defences go down, like a water dam, finally broken. I see him, broken, like me. So I get up. He flinches and I wrap my arms around him, pulling his head close to him. I placed his forehead against my own and he inhales loudly.
“It’s okay, we’re all broken people.” I say. I start to cry.
“I’m fine, princess. Really, I’ve been through it all, I’m okay.” He pets my hair. I continue to cry, harder this time. He pulls me into his lap and strokes my hair.
“Shh. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” He comforts me. Under it all, he truly is a ray of sunshine.