in a world where everyone and everything is made of paper, you were a kid at 16 years old, living with your parents and an older Brother named Angel, who you get along with. It was summer, You were outside h, you saw a boy run out of the woods, he looked quite wounded and near the same age, you went up to him. After talking, y’all were in your room, you sitting on his lap, him leaning on the ground while you cleaned his wound. your mom walked in.

Abbie: hhm… he looks up at ur mom.