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He doesn't wanted to bother the couple. He doesn't wanted to break their relation. He heard enough to understood he wasn't anymore wanted. His dad explained him clearly. He was only a trash, no worth for living. He placed the boxes in his pocket, inserting beside them his hands and trying to avoid the little pair. He made his way back to the school. Even if the pain was still more than tolerable he doesn't let himself down and walked bit slower instead of laming.
The long haired male soon reached the hallway stepping inside the huge always opened door and began to walk between the pale lights of the lamps what hanged on the wall. He barely made few steps when a familiar voice called out his name. For a second it seemed like a ghost making the crimson eyed frown his brows.
His name was called again and again and again, when he finally turned his face realizing he was followed by the small blonde girl. He took a deep breath but doesn't stopped. He doesn't cared what she wanted. He tried to break out of her leash letting her live with the one who she have chosen.
She caught him up, though, tapping his back. Hell clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as he felt some indescribable pain even from her light touch. She couldn't know and he was aware of that, this why he just walked forward without telling her anything, until she stopped in front of him and blocked his way.
Hell stopped and made a mouth, moving his crimson eyes on the blonde female, who began to apologize. "That's okay..." he said silently and tried to pass by her continuing his way. He trying to ignore her, but she managed it well enough to stop again.
Hell's eyes fell again on the one, who still held his heart as she began to explain the thing bit confusing time by time making an zig-zag unsure move, what made Hell to reach instantly after her. Whenever she seemed to fall he held or her hand or her side to keep her on her feet, while he was listening to her speak. He still cared more about her health, than the other who drank her down. "You are drunk..." He affirmed silently, when she finished the first part. He wasn't sure what she was talking about but it seemed to him it was some kind of apologize. Hell couldn't bear her tears, they just deepened his pain at his heart place and softened him.
He tilted his head a bit as he leaned down to her, when she began to continue, then she stepped closer to him and squeezed her head into his chest. Hell have frozen. He stood there numb looking down on the poor thing squeezing her face in his shirt and doesn't know what to do, finally he lifted one of his hands and patted her head, then he lifted his other arm and covered her, holding her close to himself. This was that feeling what he missed the most, have her close to him.
She seemed so small so breakable in that moment, and even if he was wounded and hurt he just couldn't let her down. "Come, let's wash down your face..." His voice sounded soft and caring in a way as she could never hear before. He knew about his limits and his pain still was almost insupportable, but she meant lot more than anything else in this world. He just reached down behind her knees and picked her up in his arms bringing her with him inside his room.
Hell was hiding well his pain in front of her. In his opinion she went through enough and doesn't needed to know about his day to desperate her even more, beside he already was through them, so the past doesn't needed to be bothered. She was wounded as well, but her scar wasn't visible as his, she had them on her soul so he just doesn't wanted to add any to them.
Soon they reached his room and he put her down to open the door in front of her. He let her walk inside first, just in case if she lose her equilibrium he can catch her. Once they were in, he closed the door and looked around for a cloth. "Sit down on the bed. I'll bring something to clean your face..." He said as dropped the small boxes from his pocket on the table, then he went into the bathroom and brought out a wet towel.
The male hunkered in front of her as and adult in front of his child and began to wash down the little woman face from that black marks. Once he finished he still lingered his hand on her face brushing her soft cheek with his thumb. She was so pretty like a doll, but he had to be strong. Even if she seemed so sincere he doesn't wanted to end up like the day before.
He stood up, but before he would straightened up entirely he couldn't stand to not breathe a light kiss on her forehead, then he brought back the towel into the bathroom.
"It was a long day for you... " he said as he returned from the bath and took a deep breath. "You should take a sleep..." He added silently stopping in front of her and looking in her big blue eyes.
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