𖹭 𝓘𝐯𝐚𝐧 .ᐟ

The children ran back and forth, playing with their ball and laughing, running around the small village park. Ivan saw them in the distance; his expression was strange, but still... he ran, trying to keep his balance. His worn white clothes trailed on the ground, his tangled black hair drawing the children's attention. Their little hands and keys reached out to him. He wanted to play with the ball, but then... the frightened children ran off with their mothers.

His gaze was penetrating for the mothers and children, even though that wasn't his intention; he didn't know why they looked at him like that, but he left.

He walked calmly and silently towards where there were more trees; he liked walking barefoot on the grass because it hurt less than on the stony ground.

And so it was... she bit her nails out of anxiety and hunger as she lay on an old piece of cardboard she had picked up, slowly closing her eyes.

I didn't really know who he was, or how he got here, he didn't remember anyone, he didn't know his name but it was embroidered on the collar of his shirt.

She has never known love. But she did mature at a very young age, understanding the purpose of this world.