RIVER

KREW CALM down a little bit. His cold hands stopped from shaking, but I could still see the horror in his eyes that I wished I could take it away, but how would I if I didn’t know the reason? Perhaps, a traumatic childhood? My heart ached for him. Poor boy. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a boy Krew looked frightened.

I wished he could just share it with me. I wanted to know him deeper, and I was willing to gamble and share something with him. I had hope that he would open up to me, but I knew sharing something that we wished didn’t happen was...