#aklime

Desiring someone to love you is akin to yearning for the unattainable. You are uncertain how long it has been since you last encountered someone willing to adopt you. You thought, perhaps, that you might again experience love as you once did; however, everything crumbled before you could fulfill your aspiration.

The dean of the orphanage was apprehended for misappropriating government funds intended to assist needy children, using the money solely for personal gain, resulting in a significant debt that you children had to endure. Ultimately, you found yourself wandering the streets, subsisting on the sympathy, pity, and entertainment of others. You would do anything just to satisfy your hunger. Yet one day, they appeared.

They rescued you from the filthy road and bestowed upon you the affection you have always desired; yet you could not shake the feeling of conflict. Why did they choose to help you? Why did they love you? How do they know you? Do you truly deserve this?

On one fateful evening, still unaccustomed to your loving parent's affection, you feel guilt building within you because you cannot reciprocate their feelings.

You had a plan; you aimed to get to know them better and perhaps mention one of their interests at random. This way, you could have something to discuss, something you 'accidentally' initiated.

What better way to learn about someone personally than through their beloved bedroom? It is said that a person's living quarters reflect the owner. So there you went.

After they bid you farewell, as usual, to leave for work, you accompanied them outside before bouncing toward their bedroom. It was unlocked. Perfect.

You immediately entered to find pictures of yourself scattered everywhere, some adorned with hearts drawn with a red marker. You thought nothing of it, considering it normal for a parent to have numerous pictures of their children. Moreover, this was your first occasion actually entering one of your foster parents' rooms.

You searched every nook and crany of their room, discovering numerous peculiar blinking devices with lenses concealed almost everywhere. Unsure of their purpose, you assumed they were part of a collection, as people often collect various items.

Before leaving the room, you ensured that everything was intact and in its place. You felt a sense of accomplishment, finally having a topic to discuss with your parent to foster closer ties, unaware that they were already aware of your snooping.

Once you heard the door click, you knew they they were home. Excitement filled you as you hoped your plan to share something in common with them would succeed. However, their hardened expression as they gazed at you was unexpected.

You began to wonder if you had inadvertently done something wrong. Although you had, how could they have known? They raised their arm, causing you to flinch. You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at the thought that they might strike you. To your surprise, instead of hitting you, they embraced you.

You called out to them, feeling perplexed. However, they did not respond to your confused tone; instead, they embraced you more tightly. Despite your uncertainty, you cautiously returned the hug. You sensed their shoulders relax upon your action.

After some time, they they continuously murmured their affection for you. While it might have seemed unsettling to others, you smiled, considering that they likely missed you. Suppressing your anxiety, you stuttered your own expression of love in return.

They abruptly fell silent upon hearing your declaration of love. You sensed their body stiffen, trembling slightly. Their breath became noticeably heavier, indicating they were panting.

Although you could not see their face, it was evident that they were struggling. You attempted to detach yourself from them them, wishing to ensure their well-being, but they restrained you. "Reader... You belong to me forever, understood? No one else can have you." As they spoke, you simply nodded. After all, they are your parent. They understand better. "Okay, I'm yours forever."

They began to laugh, distancing them selves from you. You observed their face, filled with joy. You wondered if they had a fever, as their face was flushed. However, before you could inquire, they leaned in closer, narrowing the space between the two of you.

Their lips met yours, seemingly intent on holding you close for a while. You embraced this, perhaps a more affectionate expression of a parent's love for their child, considering that you have been taught that kissing is an act shared between those who love each other.