It’s been a while since I posted any pics of Ny. #bjd #yosd #fall #autumn #abjd #volks

another boring photo of Nyghtengayle. Hes such a somber little boy….

“I really dont want to go back there.” The boy said, his voice soft and articulate but still very young. Nyghtengayle was 9. He was raised by his mother for the most part, and occasionally whatever boyfriend his mom had…. But now things were different. He had a little sister and a real father… It didnt make school any easier though.

“You have to Ny. You have to go back to school… I know the boys are rough on you but you have to… what happened to being so popular? Last year you were the star soccer player and now you are the strange little recluse that everyone doesnt seem to like…” Tuesday’s voice was quiet as he tried his best to console his son.

“Yeah mom. I dont know. I just dont want to deal with them anymore…” Ny looked up at the sky and slid his small hands into the gravel. It was getting harder to deal with the kids at school… He found himself more and more distanced from them…. more attracted to them. It was troubling.

Tuesday forced another small smile to his lips and sighed. Not much he could do really… perhaps Kizu could? “It’ll get better eventually Ny, darling, if not… we can switch you out of that school to another… You know that we would never make you stay somewhere dangerous for you….” Tuesday’s words were just like his son’s, soft. But his voice wasnt as articulate. He had only been speaking english for a decade or so and his native language of Korean was still thick on his tongue.

“Yeah… I’ll see about monday…” Ny didnt like to see his mom so sad and scrambling to pick up the pieces of his life….

will probably take this down in a few. trying out my new lens but its so dark in here that its kind of hard e___e; this is Nyghtengayle, my yo-sd piccolo. hes adorable, i love him. <3<3