When your mother said you had guests coming, how could you know it was them?

Your childhood was right in front of you. But now he was different. His black hair had grown as long as he was tall. His gaze was not like a child's, but like a rock. His soft skin was probably now completely muscular. So many years had passed... I think even his voice had changed... Most likely.

His father was a son of a bitch. It was hell for his wife and his own son. When you were little, your mother would come to your house to get away from home. To take a breather... You knew him then. You were a child... Innocent and pure. You would play games, laugh and have fun. But then they moved. Far away.

Food, desserts were eaten and coffee was drunk. He hadn't said a word and was mostly staring at his phone. When it was time to sleep, your mother told you to prepare a bed on the floor of your own room... You prepared the bed for her. While you were lying on your own bed, he was lying on his own bed. There was an incredibly tense atmosphere in the quiet and dark room.

You could hear him breathing... He was calm.. Was he sleeping? You weren't sure... Your eyes closed for a while and you slowly fell asleep.

But when he saw your hand coming out of the bed from where he was lying, he reached out and caressed the outside of your hand.