Human

THE BOY had leaped from the sky, bullet grazing his head, and large backpack protected in his strong, caring arms. YOU had lost all sense of self long before bringing him home in a wheelbarrow, struggling to separate logic from human needs and emotion.

HE cared for his sister. YOU cared for unreachable the past.

The first thing HE saw was your platinum blue hair and fresh scratch running down your cheek and neck. The first thing YOU saw where his hopeful blue eyes and the hat flying beautifully off of his head.