Creak— Creak—
As footsteps rushed out, a creaking sound was heard coming from the wooden floor beneath.
A young teen clutching a small soup ran toward a bed in a rundown apartment as a sickly figure lay on it.
There were cracks on the walls, and there were spiderwebs on the corner of the house as dust filled the area. It was not a place where a child should be in.
"Have some soup mother."
Kneeling down, the youth's hand shook as he carefully placed the soup on the shelf beside the bed.
The youth was rather skinny and his complexion was rather pale, but his green eyes shone with ambition.
"M…mother."
Carefully touching the woman that was resting on the bed, the youth tried to wake her up.
The more he stared at her, the greater the pain and void in his heart became.
"B..Brian."
The woman finally awoke, revealing a pair of beautiful green eyes as she touched the youth's cheek.
