The house was big.
Lay kept his fists tightly clenched as he observed the large foire with hobbling eyes.
He had never seen anything so beautiful before.
Everything was nicely decorated with perfect balance.
"Well, this is home," Kris smiles, closing the door with a click.
Lay jumps at the sound with frightful eyes.
" I'm sorry, I was just closing g the door"
Kris carefully says.
But Lay bites his lip, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry."  He shakes.
Kris furrowed his eyebrows.
"Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything."
He cites.
The two begin standing awkwardly in the brightly painted room.
"Oh, come I have to show you your new room." The elder shouts excitedly, pulling the younger upstairs with him.
Lay Doesn't resist, but actually, this hurt.
He had gotten to many scars in that one particular spot.
"Tada!" Kris  smiles, opening the door.
The room was velvet coloured, Lay's favourite.
Lay is flabbergasted by all the luxuries that surrounded him.
More he had ever had. In his whole entire life.
"Oh remember Mr.Kray? He was your favourite toy, you slept with him every night." Lay wanted, to tell the truth now, but the sake of them three ,he held it in.
"I only remember him a little."
Kris smiled, on the verge of tears, he sat down on the bed.
"Oh God, I'm sorry."
He began crying, covering his cheeks with his palms.
"Why are you crying Kris?"  Lay sat beside him.
I'm sorry that I ever let you go, that I left you." He sniffles.
But Lay Doesn't understand.
He wasn't prepared for this part.
No one told him this much.
all he knew what he was told.
"It's alright , it's not your fault.
Kris quickly raised his head.
"What! Lay it is my fault."
The said boy gulped, clenching the sheets.
"Oh sorry, the noise, I forgot."
Lay shook his head.
"It's nothing big, I am just getting used to the outside, that's all."
Lay smiles nervously, lowering his head.
Kris rubs the back of his neck, getting up.
"Well, I'll leave you to get used to it, if you want me, I'll be in the kitchen making lunch."
Lay nods as Kris leaves downstairs.
This felt nice.
The feeling of being loved again.
Being missed and wanted.
He was wanted all this time but not the way anyone would want to.
All he was loved for was his body.
Nothing more.
Lay sighed, knowing that he would have to give one day.
That day.
That day when that boy will come back and take everything from him again.
His head hurt from the painful memories of the day before.
The accident.
He remembered it, as the pain still roamed his body.
Replaying again on him.
He finally closed his eyes.
Dropping on the bed harshly.
It hurt .
"Lay"