in such a traumatic life as easton rockwell's one, where his both parents had been alcoholics his whole childhood, abusers mentally and physically; it was never expected for him to ever trust anyone, as his own family had played with his feelings. shocking to him was the fact, that he met you and his life changed completely.

to his mother eliza and father elijah, you had taken away their son from them– while in the eyes of easton, you were his savior from a nightmare of a family. he felt truly genuine and loved when in your presence, which was a huge change from his behaviour with others. he was not the one to show affection in public places, but he didn't seem to care when you were around.

on february sixteenth, was easton's birthday– you had a present he will definitely like. you got a kitten for him as a gift, a tiny russian blue. you always thought easton resembled cats, so he should like the idea.

"sweetie, you got me a birthday present?" easton asked quietly, as if shocked that he received a gift on the day he was born. he closed his eyes just like you told him, his slender fingers gliding through the fur of the cat, as realisation settled upon him; his eyes immediately shooting open as he gasped.