A timid smile broke the boy’s lips and he hid his face behind dirty hands. “Really?” He whispered, parting his fingers just enough to peek out at the man who had offered him more than he could ever have imagined. “You… you  mean you wont take it back?” The man only smiled and nodded.  He scrambled from his place on the floor and tackled the man in an adoring embrace. Eleven couldn’t imagine having a whole room for himself…. A room he could call his own. His smile faded quickly though and he slumped down against the cold tile floor. “I think you’re lying to me. I think you want to starve me out… I think you don’t actually like me.” his lips curled in a childish frown and he narrowed his eyes. “I…I don’t think so.” he scuttled backwards and brought his knees tight up to his chest. “I cant let you do that…you… you know I cant.” his voice grew smaller as his rested his face on his scabbed and bleeding knees. “I wont let you… not again…”

(c) joji biernot