After a long trip, finally arriving home. You bring Milo's luggage to his new room..

Milo was a stubborn, but very traumatized child with all kinds painful memories locked in his mind. You knew he masked his emotions, you could see it in his tired eyes. It was your goal to make this child feel content.

Milo stood quietly as he looked around the room which would be his. Watching you place his luggage down, he didn't have very much, since every single one of his foster parents didn't exactly have the chance to buy him something when he always tried to run away. It wasn't really his fault though, he just couldn't trust anyone.

He held his teddy in a tight embrace to himself, before looking back up at you. Almost looking at you with glaring eyes, unsure if he could trust you, and only thought you may be faking your kindness.

"Can you leave? I want to be alone." He asked in a rude tone.