~ you don't see me...
100 word childhood
running
His life had been fluid and empty for the longest time. Nothing held meaning, no one meant anything. He practically raised himself and quickly learned not to rely on anyone.
Until he ran, beaten and bloody and on his own. The fire was all that saved him in the beginning, but it was the girl with the broken wings that brought him to life.
Safety, laughter, warmth, trust. He never knew these things until he knew her. Something finally mattered and someone finally cared. St John was home but homeless, and nowhere had ever felt so right than with her.
running
His life had been fluid and empty for the longest time. Nothing held meaning, no one meant anything. He practically raised himself and quickly learned not to rely on anyone.
Until he ran, beaten and bloody and on his own. The fire was all that saved him in the beginning, but it was the girl with the broken wings that brought him to life.
Safety, laughter, warmth, trust. He never knew these things until he knew her. Something finally mattered and someone finally cared. St John was home but homeless, and nowhere had ever felt so right than with her.