Brokenness.

Scarred.

Emptiness.

The last time I got a feeling as this, was when my little sister died. Mum lost her senses on what was real and unreal. She became a vegetable. Not reacting to anything of the world.

She didn’t even cry. I was the opposite because I would openly sob whenever I got the chance to.

Moses would comfort me with sweet words, that my little sister got peace by dying. Even though he older than me with a couple of years, he never acted like it.

Maybe that was why I gained feelings for him, back then.

“Caspian…” I trailed on my words after settling him on...