Marcus lifted his uninjured hand to his face to wipe away the concoction of snot and tears that’d accumulated upon it, a bright smile settling across his features as he did so. It’d been so long since he truly felt someone cared about him or wanted him, but his mentor did. He didn’t reject him or cast him off, he accepted what he’d done without judgement or hatred and wanted to help him, not leave him to the wolves.
It was all he wanted, and he’d finally, truly, found it.
“I promise I won't disappoint you,” Marcus croaked, forcing himself to stand up, despite the shaking of his legs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
His bandaged fingers snaked around his collar as his other hand laced around the loops of his bags, smile still plastered widely across his face. He could barely contain his happiness as it ran through him, another trail of tears breaking through the mess caked on his face. He paused for a moment, letting the warmth wash over him once more, before stepping delicately past the mess of Jaxon’s and Angie’s bodies, neither acknowledging or looking back at what he’d done. That was in the past, and while it still hurt to think about what they’d driven him to, he knew that if he had his mentor by his side then it needn’t happen again.
His slow walk gradually broke into a jog, and it was only seconds later that he’d darted from the Daycare Centre, nary a trace of his belongings left behind in his wake.
((Marcus Redder continued in Do You Want to Build a Snowman?