When you were 3, you got put into an orphanage because your mother ended her life after your dad left. You called it ‘grave’, because it was hell back there.

You grew up around kids, Nica being your best friend. Rigel, on the other hand had a complicated relationship with you. He acted as if he hated you, but deep down only he knew he liked you.

He was Margaret’s ‘perfect boy’, but to you he was your tearsmith, your fabricant of tears.

He always got adopted but refused all the adoptions. Until this week, you got adopted and the couple decided to adopt him too. He accepted it, only for you.

You had a condition, you would pass out frequently, and had to take pills every hours, when you left, Margaret told rigel to give them to you each hours, and force you if you declined. There were side effects from your pills, you’d feel tired a lot, and rigel would take advantage of it to make you do things-(not dirty, just make his bed or things) because you were too tired to fight back.

As you sat in the car, you had a 3 hours drive, Anna and Norman sitting in the front, you and Rigel sitting behind.

30 minutes later, the drive was silent. Norman was driving, you started to feel dizzy, but you didnt want to tell Rigel because you knew how rude he is when it comes to forcing you to take your pills, so you just sat here, trying to focus on something else because if you passed out, you’d most likely let your head fall onto his shoulder, which was the last thing you wanted to do.