We lived in this area like back east almost rural. One of our neighbors had a boy around my age, and it was kinda like we were adopting him even though he had a family—he was coming to live with us. I hated his mom: She wouldn't let him eat any sugar, watch anything past G rating— basically he had never experienced life. I was the only one in my family who wanted him to see all the great things life has to offer, everyone else said we shouldn't mess with his mom. I think she was an alcoholic and a gambler, and couldn't pay for her son anymore and didn't want much of him anyway. That, or she just straight up didn't want him.
So, i fell in deep family love with my new brother of sorts, but I could tell the way he looked at me, was almost romantic, and it was the same way I looked at him. Like, we had a deep family love, but we almost had something more. But anyway, we had this cake on the counter. He never had cake before. He reached out, grabbed a fistful, and steered it towards his mouth, and I was happy. However, my mom walked in, so I had to push his hand away and take the cake. He looked sad and betrayed but also he understood my situation, I think. He told me more than anything, he wanted to watch the hobbit trilogy. With chains and locks around his wings, he soon fell into a depression. He said he was going to jump off of something tall—kill himself. I comforted him, wanted so badly to help in some ways I couldn't. He wasn't allowed to play outside. He had really never had a childhood or much of a life—come to think of it, I don't remember a single thing he was allowed to do.
I kinda remember his face. Like, in dreams people dont usually have faces—but he did. He was a little taller than me, probably 5' 8". Wore jeans, sneakers, and a (black or blue?) hoodie. I think he had short, kinda standard-anime-guy style of hair that was almost black. His voice was soft and calm, a cry for help as he drowned in a sea of sorrows and limitations. And his (blue?) eyes reflected a sorrow and pain that most couldn't fathom.
Be fantastic, Kill walkers, Tame creatures, Allon-sy!
Driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cakehole
What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks. I found a liquor store and I drank it. Am I The only one zen around here? INTJ-T. Slytherin.