” — Sam, I— I’m so sorry I wasn’t ‘round I … fuck … “
[ Arms folded around the boy, this was too damn close. ]” — ‘s gonna be okay, Sam, I promise … “
[his wails cracks his breath; this poor
child was near death; because he was
a l o n e – he became a facile p r e y.
fear and shock strickens him; ultimately
making him delicate; the impairment of his
skin puncturing through his flesh.
smaller limbs reinforces around his g u a r d i a n’s waist,
sensing the return of the hold of someone he can trust
and looked up to; being the sense of e a s e; sam was
overjoyed to be back into luke’s arms – where’d he feel
secure – despite of damage being done previously.
his head turns to a side to let himself
b r e a t h – discharging ever last bit of his
anxiety and distress he’d felt – his hands
firmly clenching the fabric of the other’s
shirt…
… where w a s luke when this happened? why wasn’t he
there to prevent the t o r m e n t this unforunate little boy
agonised where DEATH became an option? sam was blessed
to still be alive to see his f a c e again.]
❝I – I … c–could’ve died… I was… I was gonna die!❞