-SAGE-

The fur I'm cuddling to is warm. Really warm, just like my mumma's arms. The scent however is really strong, than her sweet gentle one. I wish I could lay in her arms again as she brushed through my long hair while telling me stories about princesses. 

Sometimes I wonder how this all would've been if she was here. Would she let father blame me for being abused? Would she put some senses in Sabrina? Would she fight everyone for me? Would she help me find my lost courage again? Or . . . Would she hate me? Would she be disgusted by me? Would she abandon me like...