With tears streaming down her eyes, she asked. "Is it true?"
Slacker froze.
Handler was no different.
One look at both of them, and Soren could tell how they wanted this to play out.
She was not supposed to know.
A swift work.
Vinegar walks into the corner, no remorse, no holding back.
They were going to get it done once and for all.
They had steeled their hearts. But now, seeing her tears.
Soren could tell. It was not easy to declare love for another person for years and not actually slip into it.
Yes. They loved her.
This witty orange-haired kid they had unwillingly taken in and protected from the harshness of the world.
This kid that would wake up every day and rush to embrace them.
This kid that had been broken by an unfair life, But found hope in them.
They would stroke her hair and whisper words of comfort when her tears fell.
And when she would fall or get wounds, they would nurse her back to health.
