~~~Past Wind~~~

He is caring for me like I'm one of the small feathers that needed to care often or else it would break. He acts like my life guardian; not in my entire life, my parents showed me these kinds of love.

Sometimes, they called me slut or other names that I can't even imagine in my dream. I don't know why they hate me this much.

Most of the weekend, I spend my time with him in his apartment. He makes me forget my world and drags me into his colourful world.

I have boundaries in my world but he has no limit. He taught me how to...