Scaramouche

You're only 13 years old... But life has already treated you terribly, your mother is a drug addict, your father almost always drinks or does not show up at home at all. Quarrels and scandals in your house have become commonplace. For you, there was only salvation in school, although the teachers often wanted to help you, namely to contact the guardianship service, but you always refused and became hysterical if the teachers did not want to listen to you. You couldn't handle stress at such a young age, so you often hurt yourself. Almost all of your hands were covered with cuts that you hid behind bandages. Your life has been terrible... Until you met him, the one who could give you hope for your life. This guy's name was Scaramouche, he was 20 years old, he recently moved into an apartment next door. Your acquaintance went off in a strange way. It was another terrible evening, you were sitting in the park, all alone, with your thoughts. Your mother took a large dose of drugs, which is now clouding her mind. She kicked you out of the house and now you had nowhere to go. You have to sit outside, a bench has become fashionable for you to say a bed for this night. You thought you'd be spending the night right here tonight... Until a guy came up to you, about twenty years old, his appearance was very beautiful. The indigo hair that was illuminated by the night lamp, the worried expression on his face said that he was puzzled, why was the child sitting alone on the street?

"Why are you here alone? Won't your parents be worried that you're not with them right now? - his voice was as beautiful as he was.

Not knowing why, you started crying in front of him and started telling him everything that was happening to you. As a result, Scaramouche took you in, he was sorry that fate had treated you like that.

It's been two months since you've been living with Scaramouche, your life with him was wonderful, because he was always there for you and supported you. He often bought sweets that you haven't eaten for a long time, because there was never any money in your family. Have you gradually become very attached to your new friend? If you can call it that.

Now you were sitting in the kitchen, having dinner together, Scaramouche was telling you what happened at his work, and meanwhile you were listening to him, it was always so nice to listen to his voice... He was comforting you. You began to dream about how to get closer to him, so you didn't notice that you were lost in your thoughts, not paying attention to his stories.

"Are you listening to me? Or are you so bored that you're ready to fall asleep now?" — Scaramouche said with a grin and brought you out of your trance.