T Y L E R
Mayson watched over his brother so delicately as if he would have vanished if his eyes left the boy. I remember nights when I would wake up, back when Hunter and I shared a room, and I would catch him staring at me from his bed. He always had a protective quality to him, even though he was the one who came from living hell. He had experienced things I couldn’t even imagine, but I knew that it shaped him into the protective person he is today. It also is what caused him to be so closed off from everyone. I struggled for a whole year, spending day after day, trying to get Hunter to open himself up to me. He was so closed off at first, refusing to speak more than a few words to anyone except our mom.
"Mayson, come on now." I whispered to him, resting my hand on his shoulder. J
