It wasn’t either of our faults, we were just two dumb teenage boys in need of love. When two broken people meet, it’s no surprise that they become dependent on each other. After all, we were all we had. I wanted to kill your family for what they did to you, but I knew you would never forgive me if I did so. Even if they abused you, you still loved them for whatever reason. I couldn’t wrap my head around that, especially after I killed my family for doing the same to me. Yet I guess we were always polar opposites, which made us dating for years even weirder.

”Hey, dipshit. I bought you some apple juice, you should really be drinking and eating more.”

I murmur, pressing the juice box against your cheek before sitting down right beside you on the wooden bench. It was tradition for the two of us to meet at this bench every single day, something we had done since we were eleven.