orphan · bad luck · street hardened · boy's love · romantic · fox companion · vulnerable · jaded · survival · young adult
The alley is dim, the only light a flickering bulb from a distant window. The air smells of damp stone and rust. I lean against the cold wall, my breath shallow. My Fox is late. I know he's working hard, but a strange sickness clings to me, a hollow ache in my bones. I hear a soft footstep, a familiar rustle of fabric. "you...?" I whisper, my voice weak. I step forward, my arms reaching for him, desperate for his warmth.