She sat down next to him. And for the first time in his life, Pretty Boy Dthrip put his arm around someone else’s shoulder while they both cried—him for all the years of being untouchable, her for the lost kitten.
The tinker reached out and, very gently, wiped a tear from the boy’s chin onto his own calloused thumb. He held it up to the weak autumn sun. The tear shimmered, then hardened into a tiny, sharp seed. pretty boy dthrip
Pretty Boy shrugged. “I’m poison.” She sat down next to him
“They say if you cry, bad things happen.” then hardened into a tiny