Viviana's gaze dropped to the ground as she heard those familiar hushed tones around her as she wandered aimlessly past other students on their break. Her head tilted down enough to let her red-brown hair hang in front of her face, an embarrassed frown on her face. She was no older than twelve, normally bright-eyed and hopeful. But that day, discouragement hit her again after another failed visitation.
“Hey! Isn't that the girl no one wants?”
“I heard every time someone tries to adopt her, she scares them off.”
“I heard she's crazy. Like, 'hears voices' crazy.”
“I heard she killed her parents.”
Each piece of murmured gossip reached the small girl's ears despite their attempts to be quiet. It only served to further break her down. Worse, it continued, causing the sting of hot tears to rush her mismatched eyes.
“Hey Viv, what's wrong with you? Why doesn't anyone want you?”
She looked toward the source of the voice with her best straight face, but her sadness was blaringly obvious. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find herself silenced by the voice of a boy standing behind her.
“Doesn't want her? They don't deserve her,” he declared as he came to stand next to her. Viviana's surprise was painted all over her expression He stood at her height, with sharp green eyes and a soft face that still held much of its youth, despite the old wisdom in his eyes. His hair was a wild blonde mop upon his head, and his influence among the other kids their age managed to silence their ridicule, even if it would eventually begin to ostracize him as well. As they walked away, he looked at Viviana with a smile.
“Don't listen to them. Someone will come for you. If they don't, then you can just stay with me.” Slowly, she managed to form a smile. His own widened.
She would later learn that this boy was named Kieran, and that his words weren't mere comfort, but also a promise.
Kieran sat on the couch in the apartment he shared with Viv, dragging his hands over his face. Only 18 years old and they'd already been pushed far too close to the limit by life. His growing stubble was barely visible against his skin until he turned his head and allowed the light to catch those brief glints as he stared at his other.
“Stealing?”
“Yeah...” She trailed off, plopping down next to him in defeat. “What're we gonna do, Kieran? The guy you were working for closed shop, I apparently am now considered a thief. What did we ever do to deserve this?”
The distress on her face was plain for him to see, and despite his own mounting fear, he drew her into his arms with a quiet sigh, stroking her peppered auburn hair and leaning his cheek against the crown of her head. And as she wept against his chest, he quietly sang to her, the sound barely above a whisper to her ears.
“Hey! Isn't that the girl no one wants?”
“I heard every time someone tries to adopt her, she scares them off.”
“I heard she's crazy. Like, 'hears voices' crazy.”
“I heard she killed her parents.”
Each piece of murmured gossip reached the small girl's ears despite their attempts to be quiet. It only served to further break her down. Worse, it continued, causing the sting of hot tears to rush her mismatched eyes.
“Hey Viv, what's wrong with you? Why doesn't anyone want you?”
She looked toward the source of the voice with her best straight face, but her sadness was blaringly obvious. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find herself silenced by the voice of a boy standing behind her.
“Doesn't want her? They don't deserve her,” he declared as he came to stand next to her. Viviana's surprise was painted all over her expression He stood at her height, with sharp green eyes and a soft face that still held much of its youth, despite the old wisdom in his eyes. His hair was a wild blonde mop upon his head, and his influence among the other kids their age managed to silence their ridicule, even if it would eventually begin to ostracize him as well. As they walked away, he looked at Viviana with a smile.
“Don't listen to them. Someone will come for you. If they don't, then you can just stay with me.” Slowly, she managed to form a smile. His own widened.
She would later learn that this boy was named Kieran, and that his words weren't mere comfort, but also a promise.
I have become the moral of the story
They say, “Don't end up like that one”
And then plot my future for me...
They say, “Don't end up like that one”
And then plot my future for me...
Kieran sat on the couch in the apartment he shared with Viv, dragging his hands over his face. Only 18 years old and they'd already been pushed far too close to the limit by life. His growing stubble was barely visible against his skin until he turned his head and allowed the light to catch those brief glints as he stared at his other.
“Stealing?”
“Yeah...” She trailed off, plopping down next to him in defeat. “What're we gonna do, Kieran? The guy you were working for closed shop, I apparently am now considered a thief. What did we ever do to deserve this?”
The distress on her face was plain for him to see, and despite his own mounting fear, he drew her into his arms with a quiet sigh, stroking her peppered auburn hair and leaning his cheek against the crown of her head. And as she wept against his chest, he quietly sang to her, the sound barely above a whisper to her ears.
Take all of your needs and all of your sins
All of the losses you threw to the wind
And we'll carry the weight if it breaks every limb
That's what we're gonna do now...
All of the losses you threw to the wind
And we'll carry the weight if it breaks every limb
That's what we're gonna do now...
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