Damien- 12 & Evelyn- 6
A little, adorable girl was jumping on her bed while her mom is combing her dark curly hairs.
"Evie, stop jumping baby let me comb your hairs." Her mother said strictly
"No mommy it's so fun jumping" the little girl giggled.
"Ok fine it's done now go and play" the lady made her wear her leather jacket, shoes and socks as she dashed out of her room giggling.
"Stay safe and come back before sunset honey" She yelled behind her, chuckling.
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Evelyn was playing with her friends in the park, giggling and laughing as they all played together.
While playing hide and seek, she came at the side of the park and hid behind bushes. She stayed there for a long time but no one came. When she came from behind the bushes, no one was there.
She looked around and saw a boy sitting alone at a bench, so she went near him.
"Hello," she said.
No reply.
"Hello," she said a little louder.
The boy raised his eyes, Brown. That were the colour of his eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly.
"Umm... nothing," she said softly, timidly.
"Then why are you eating my brain, kid?" he coldly asked, raising his voice.
She flinched, her eyes becoming watery.
"I'm sorry."
She turned and ran.
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The next day she was again playing with her friends while they were catching each other.
All of them were giggling as they ran.
Then all of a sudden Evelyn was running and bumped into someone and fell backwards.
"Ouch!"
She looked down to see her palms bruised. Then she looked up and went still.
The same boy was standing over her, who yelled at her yesterday, staring down at her with an unreadable face.
"You—"
"Ah!"
She let out a squeal as he lifted her small body in his arms.
"Hey! Put me down, rude boy!"
"Hush, little one, or I'll drop you."
Her eyes widened as she gripped his shoulders tightly, burying her face in his neck.
He walked towards an empty bench and put her down, then sat beside her.
"My mommy said it is bad manners to lift someone without asking them,"
she said, furrowing her brows, trying to look angry but instead looked completely adorable.
"Oh, did she?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes, she did."
Then she stood up trying to walk away, but a hand seized her wrist and made her sit again beside him.
"What?"
"Calm down, little one, and let's talk."
"No! You're a rude boy. You yelled at me yesterday, remember?"
"Okay... so what?"
She looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling something warm, and noticed liquid.
Blood.
"Blood! You're hurt!"
She said, concerned, taking his big hand in her small one.
"How did it happen? Did you fight with someone? Wait here for me, okay? Don't go. I'm coming."
Then she dashed away.
Ten minutes later she came back and sat beside him, taking his hand.
She wiped the blood and patched the wound with a Peppa Pig bandage.
"See, rude boy, it's done."
She looked up smiling to find him already staring at her.
" Mommy also gave water for you."
She extended her princess water bottle towards him.
He looked at her first, then at the water bottle, and took it.
"What's your name?" she asked.
No reply.
"Okay, since you don't tell me your name, then I'll call you Kookie."
Then she giggled.
"It doesn't make sense," he said, looking at her.
"It does."
"No, it doesn't."
"It does."
"Okay, let's drop it."
"Okay, Kookie."
And she laughed.
"Will you be my friend?" she asked him hopefully.
"No."
Her face fell immediately at his rejection.
"No? But you drank from my water bottle, right?" she said softly.
He didn't say anything, then stood up and walked away.
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# DAMIEN POV
Father again bring a woman home. Why? Why? Fucking Why is he trying to replace my mother?
I saw how she cling to his bisecp while giggling. Bitch.
I hate father.
Seeing him happy with another woman only after a year of mother's death.
I see Red.
I feel so lonely in this big mansion.
I miss my mother.
Every day.
Every second.
It's a pain that never leaves.
People say time heals everything.
They're wrong.
Because if time truly healed wounds, I wouldn't still find myself searching for traces of her in this house.
I wouldn't still wish she were here.
To hold me.
To tell me everything would be okay.
But she isn't.
She's gone.
And no matter how badly I want it, she isn't coming back.
Seeing father move on only makes the emptiness inside me worse.
As if everyone else has accepted her absence while I'm still trapped in it.
I hate this house.
I hate the silence.
I hate feeling so alone.
Then I saw her.
From the mansion.
I don't know why I wanted to keep looking.
But I did.
Her.
Little one.
That pretty little thing.
That bundle of energy.
I always found myself going to that park.
I don't know why, but every time I saw her, all of the anger inside me disappeared.
She was full of energy.
Full of life.
Everything I wasn't.
She was adorable.
A smile tugged at my lips as I watched her playing her regular dumb game with her idiot little friends.
I sat on a nearby bench and watched her giggling, laughing and pouting whenever she lost.
A dull ache shot through me as I watched her hide behind bushes and then come out looking around, finding none of her friends.
Little brats.
They all went home.
Morons.
Then a voice came and I stilled.
"Hello."
I didn't look up.
"Hello."
She called again, louder this time.
I looked up at her.
Green.
Her eyes are green.
I know I hurt her when I made her cry yesterday.
But I don't know how to talk softly.
I've never done it before.
But one thing became clear.
Her tears made my heart ache.
I couldn't bear it.
The next day I went to apologize.
Instead, she crashed into me and fell.
I almost laughed at the expression on her face.
Then I lifted her.
She felt tiny and lightweight in my arms as I carried her to a nearby bench.
She looked down and her eyes widened.
Blood.
Shit.
I tried hiding my hand but it was too late.
She noticed.
"Blood! You're hurt!"
The concern in her voice caught me off guard.
Before I could say anything, she ran away.
A few minutes later she returned.
She sat beside me and carefully took my hand.
Then she pulled out a Peppa Pig bandage.
PEPPA PIG.
For fuck's sake.
I watched her as she cleaned my wound.
Carefully.
Gently.
As if she was afraid of hurting me.
I memorized every feature.
Her green eyes framed by long black lashes.
Her perfect eyebrows.
Her round face.
Her chubby cheeks.
Her tiny nose.
Everything.
"See, rude boy? It's done."
She grinned proudly.
I stared at the ridiculous pink bandage covering my knuckles.
She extended a princess water bottle toward me.
" Mommy also gave water for you."
I looked at the bottle.
Then at her.
Then I took it.
"What's your name?" she asked.
I didn't answer.
"Okay, since you won't tell me your name, I'll call you Kookie."
Then she giggled.
"It doesn't make sense."
"It does."
"No, it doesn't."
"It does."
"Okay. Let's drop it."
"Okay, Kookie."
She laughed again.
A strange warmth spread through my chest.
"Will you be my friend?" she asked hopefully.
"No."
Her smile instantly disappeared.
For some reason, I hated seeing that.
"No? But you drank from my water bottle."
She sounded genuinely confused.
I didn't know how to explain it.
I didn't know how to explain that friends leave.
People leave.
Everyone leaves.
So I stood up and walked away.
But for the first time in a very long time...
I didn't feel alone.