(Dean)
If l didn't know myself well, I'd have said maybe I had a child somewhere that l don't know of.
The resemblance, it's almost too real.
But then, it's not unlikely, people do look alike these days.
Or maybe it's just all in my head.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, his tiny voice bringing me back to earth, he's looking at me intently, like he's gauging my reaction. His soft gaze undoes something in me, I just can't put it in words. And strangely all the stress just manages to go away, for that moment, it's just this adorable little pookie staring at me with wide, uncertain eyes.
I just feel drawn, so drawn, to a strange kid in the mall.
I manage a smile, not wanting to scare him the more. "It's alright, dear." I retort, his eyes pulling me in greatly as I ruffle his hair gently. "Wher
