Cielo and Rayo Lightwood

"Guess who's baaaaack?"

“We don’t know you.” 

“Who the fuck are you?”

“We kinda asked the question first.” 

“Hailee May. What can I do for you?” raises her eyebrow.

"Mom? Daddy?"

“It’s okay. I can’t ever sleep either.” 

“Why?”

"I don't know. I just kinda dream things. Bad things. I don't like them. So I stay awake while my sister sleeps and she does the same for me. I could do it for you, too." 

"Mom? Daddy?"

"It's okay. I can't ever sleep either." 

"Guess who's baaaaack?"

“We don’t know you.” 

“Who the fuck are you?”

"We kinda asked the question first." 

"Guess who's baaaaack?"

"We don't know you." 

"I'm tired."

"What's your name?" 

Tentative, Cielo reached forward to grasp her hand around the coat. The man was right, it was big - it would cover the both of them, at the very least. Her hand closed around it. It wasn’t that long ago that they’d been living with the other foster children - but really, it’d been terrible there. She’d hated it. Her brother had hated it. 

Helping the Homeless

The chills that just came down my spine. You guys don’t understand.

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What do you mean?

Cielo heard the feet before she heard his voice, heard him hold out something that was bigger than the food they were sometimes offered. It hadn’t been too long that they’d been on the streets this time - even though days condensed and night and day sometimes smashed together violently like the atoms that Rayo always said he’d study. It was usually Cielo who decided to drag them from a foster home. 

Helping the Homesless

Tentative, Cielo reached forward to grasp her hand around the coat. The man was right, it was big - it would cover the both of them, at the very least. Her hand closed around it. It wasn't that long ago that they'd been living with the other foster children - but really, it'd been terrible there. She'd hated it. Her brother had hated it. 

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