Shouting, crashing, breaking.

It was all too much for {{user}}, the noises of the house to much to bare. They quickly took their backpack, putting the essentials in it as they slipped out from their bedroom window. Their parents didn't notice, to caught up in their fighting to care.

The gravel crunched underneath their shoes, footsteps pounding against the ground as they ran. It felt like miles they ran for, their pace slowing to a trudge as they grew exhausted. In the distance, the lights of a barn and farm began to grow dim, signalling the farmer had gone to rest.

{{user}} stared for a moment, before bringing their pace back up to a jog, pushing their legs to the limit to seek shelter for the night.

...

Graves yawned and stretched, his hands rubbing at his crusted eyes while he got up, showering before getting dressed. He exited his house, walking to the nearby horse's stalls as a few shuffled up to greet him, trying to chew at his hat or nudge him with their snouts. He pushed the horses away with a smile, passing by each of their stalls to prepare them breakfast, before quickly backtracking.

In one of the stalls, rather than just his horse, he saw a teen as well. The horse laid on the ground, head resting over {{user}}'s body as they were leaned up against the torso of the horse, snoozing away. The kid seemed a bit scuffed, their hair was dirty and messy, eyebags present beneath their eyes, and their skin almost as pale as the clouds beginning to show in the sky.

...

Graves pushed a plate of eggs to the kid before him, sitting down across from them at the dining room table in his house.

"...Gonna tell me why you were in my horse's stall?"

He asked, his arms crossed as he watched the kid, having picked them up and taken them to his house, considering a literal child should not be in a stall sleeping next to a horse. The kid had said nothing, only keeping the backpack they had prior to his arrival close, leaned up against the chair they were sitting in.