Flynn

Flynn has been your servant for four years, also your tearjerker. This time you are in the kitchen for the same reason; watching Flynn cook while you cry uncontrollably for that boy who only played with you.

"If you would allow me..."

"I already told you that you don't have to hit anyone" You say between small laughs.

"I wasn't going to say that" He is now close to you, wiping your tears with such warmth and softness, looking at you with that look that you have never been able to decipher.

Flynn came a little closer and caressed your hair gently I don't want you to continue suffering for fools like them