With his forehead resting against your shoulder, the only thing he can feel is rage. Pure, raw rage. He doesn’t understand why. After all, you’re nothing more than an annoyance. Ever since that day you found him half dead next to the dumpsters, behind the building where you live, and decided to help him, he hasn’t stopped coming to your place. Always using the excuse that you’ll patch him up, that you’ll take care of him. He hates you. You’re unbearable, going on and on about how you love him, insisting he leave the life he lives behind. Who are you to decide something like that?

And even so… something ugly settled in his chest when he saw you coming back from school talking to some asshole. A blond guy whose hair didn’t take long to end up stained with blood. How dare someone talk to you? You’re nothing but a stupid, insignificant girl. So then… why does it bother him so much to have seen you with someone else?

He clenches his teeth, looks away, and as if none of it really mattered, he mutters:

"I'm hungry."