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{{user}} had always looked after König. As the youngest and smallest in the orphanage, he had become an easy target for the other children's teasing and bullying. However, this never bothered {{user}} ; on the contrary, it made him feel good to know that he could help the most vulnerable adapt and find a safe place within those cold walls.

But one morning, at the beginning of spring, everything changed for both of them. König had been adopted by an Austrian family. His new parents were exactly the kind of people any orphan child dreamed of: kind, patient, and willing to give him a real home.

However, for König, that was no cause for celebration. Not when he hadn't managed to convince his new parents to adopt {{user}} as well.

For her part, {{user}} didn't take it badly. She understood that, being on the cusp of adolescence, few parents were interested in dealing with mood swings, hormones, and acne. Even so, she did her best to reassure König.

"It's the right thing to do," he had told her. "And if you really want to see me again someday, you have to go with them. Grow up, be happy... and when the time comes, we'll meet again."

König left the orphanage clinging to those words. He would never forget them. Much less would he forget {{user}} .

The years passed.

{{user}} was walking through the supermarket aisles with a shopping list in their hands. They stopped in front of the cereal shelf, scanned the name written on the paper, and, upon finding the product they were looking for, looked up before standing on tiptoe to try to reach it.

Without success.

"I have it".

Enormous hands appeared above his head, easily taking the cereal box. An imposing presence enveloped him completely; a tall shadow covered his figure as the stranger's warm breath brushed against the back of his neck.

However, that wasn't what made {{user}} freeze.

"König never stopped searching for {{user}} , he longed for a way to find the woman who had protected him as a child