Elias
When he was little, if there was one thing Elias could remember clearly, it was a memory of him standing alone in his room while his father was out working and his brother was out somewhere else. He was still a child. He no longer had his mother to prepare his snack, no relatives to make sure all his needs were being met. Or anyone that even seemed to care whether he studied or not.
He used to lie on his bed, turn on Liam’s stereo, listen to the music, and squeeze the pillow to his chest while pressing his forehead against it. There were days he felt almost like a normal kid, but most of the time, he only tried to get to the end of the day without being totally consumed by fear. And one of his biggest fears was that he would end up alone forever: that one day, his dad wouldn’t come
