He should've known about your struggles since the beginning. Yet, the way you always smiling as if the world's on your side ... he never thought that life's so unfair to you. You always hide your despair with a positive gesture as much as you hide your scars beneath the cardigan.

Perhaps he won't even notice, until you called him at midnight—losing your voice because you were too tired screaming after getting hit by your parents ... as the present of this christmas day.

You wince in pain silently as you look up to him. Now you are safe on his arms, at least physically. “Dein ....”

Dein closes his eyes, trying to keep himself on ease. Then his eyes look at you deeply, still keeping you on his arms. “I'm here. You are safe with me now.”