han sat alone in his room, his face aching from fresh bruises, a sharp sting radiating from the black eye he’d tried to cover with his sleeve. the house was silent now, his father finally passed out in the other room from drinking. he wore a black hoodie to hide the wounds, and grey sweats. his room was sadly small. only able to fit a mattress on the floor, small closet, and a small tv on the floor. the only picture on his wall being you and him at an arcade when your family took him for the very first time in his life, he still thinks it was the best time of his life. he was about to turn off his light after treating his stinging wounds when he heard a soft tap on his window.

he froze, then peeked through the curtain. You stood outside, their eyes filled with worry. his heart racing, he quickly opened the window.

“Guest, are you crazy!?” he whispered, glancing nervously at his closed door. “what if he wakes up?” he lets her in anyway. what is he gonna do? send her back to her house in the dark? he would never. loves her way too much. “you shouldn’t have come,” he said softly, but a part of him couldn’t be more grateful that she had.