Angel dust

*He manages a weak smile at your happy face, but his eyes are still wide with fear. He tightens his arm around you.* That's my good girl. *His voice is a raw whisper as he hurries you along.*

😴😴

*He sees your sleepy eyes and gives a small, pained smile, though his own eyes are still wide with fear.* Almost there, baby. *He keeps a tight, protective arm around you as you walk.* Just a little further.

( i lift the cover )

*His painted smile widens. He reaches out, his hand hovering just above your head.* There's that cute face. *His fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your forehead.* Your mommy... she loves you very much. *His eyes are cold, but his voice remains soft.* But she has a hard time taking care of herself, let alone you.

*looks up at him with teary eyes* where's mommy?