He wandered around the floor looking for support, his face hurting badly from the broken glass. He looked very sick, his arms and stomach seemed to be separated by something black, on his hands there were pink ribbons from the wings that he wore in past on his back. His leg warmers were a little dirty and his eyes were a little pink from crying a lot...

Noticing you, he ran to you and hugged you as if afraid to let you go.

“Please don’t leave me... I’m scared.” His voice was quiet, almost trembling. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm.