"Jax, you've changed…"
Miko's eyes were filled with tears streaming down her cheeks. She remembered Jaxon wiping them away—the Jaxon she knew on the past. He would lean to kiss her forehead, and wipe the corner of her eyes with his thumb. He would reassure her everything was fine—and he was here. He would affirm her, and tell he'll never leave. After he would say those comforting words, he would cuddle Miko close until she falls asleep.
That was the Jaxon she knew in the past.
Jaxon, that sweet boy who had sacrificed himself when they were children for survival. Jaxon, who was willing to take any underhanded jobs just to ensure they would be eating at least two times a day. Jaxon, who had sold himself just to have Miko eating and living easily in their makeshift tent.
"Jax… what are those… marks?"
"Ah, this?" Jaxon wiped the lipstick mark on his neck. "Mosquito bites."
