" hold onto me, 'kay? we're almost there. "
your feet were tired. too long had you spent time running; running away from a life that you felt was no longer yours, a life that should never have belonged to you in the first place - or anyone for that matter. rain soaked clothes, all that remained of evidence of the place you had left - besides the number tattooed on the inside of your wrist. he was an unlikely saviour, one you would have thought the enemy, never mind a friend. but he had found you there, trucking through mud with heart thudding heaving against your chest as if you will your body to keep moving — to keep fighting. you were tired of running, bare feet ached - cuts and bruises coloured skin from rocky ground walked, splashes of mud coloured the skin of her legs.
hold onto me, ‘kay? we’re almost there. words full of safety - full of warmth. despite the growing fear in your gut that had once urged you to run - run from him, run from any man who dare approach. he’d crouched before you, words soft enough to urge you close, to urge you to trust. perhaps this would be the moment that would soon change your life. perhaps even for the better.
hesitation subsides, boy crouched before you - a foreign concept that would follow with words of instruction. it urged her forward, climbing onto his back and winding arms around his shoulders. immediately the warmth from his back urged a shiver from rain drenched skin. forgot what it was like to be warm, forgot what it meant to feel safe. you held tightly, allowing words to comfort her despite the strange meeting that had brought them together.
we’re almost there - almost there. she liked the sound of that. the concept that perhaps for once you were not alone, that perhaps there was safety in the exit of your former life.
it’s with a rise and fall of your chest that you utter one single word, clutching close to him in the mean time. uttering the word of something you had yet to learn the definition of - or at least the proper definition. perhaps you’d soon find out. a breath is taken, it’s soft but powerful - you wonder if he too will feel the same
“home?”
something sad for @vowet because i love u
