A Little Bit of Everything

Chapter 9: Platonically Sexual

"Have you been sleeping well? How about playing? Children need to eat, sleep, and play. Their job is to be happy. " He cries out.

His penting irritation and frustration also releasing. "Why can't Cale do a good job? Why does he have to keep being useless? Why does he need to let others suffer? Why can't I just di-" before he could finish his sentence, a warm body held him.

He looks down, face filled with red, swollen lines. The child.. he vented out infront of a child.. how cou-

"It's alright," she lulls him, caressing his back. "Keeping in the frustration isn't healthy. If you are confused and suffering, you can tell me. I can't do much, but I hope my warmth can at least patch you up even a little bit. "

He hugged her. Crying in their embrace. Right now, all he wants is comfort.

"I like the colour of your hair. Red means love and I will love any Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo that the entities present to me. " He chuckles a little bit, holding on to her much tighter.

Precious.

He wants to keep this forever.

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"There is always a 🅾︎🅾︎🅾︎🅾︎🅾︎🅾︎ in each Universe and dimension. In this universe, it is papa and I."

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They traveled together. Finding the Cale Henituse of this Universe.

It's been more than two years.

They taught each other different things.

And he teaches the child, he does not know the name of, how to swear at the gods that infiltrate her ears.

He protects her, and she dies for him.

What a duo.

"Why don't you eat?" She would innocently ask. Shoving food in front of his mouth.

"I am afraid I can't taste anything."

"But the living should eat! Not eating is for the dead! That's what papa's friend told him!"

'ahh.. Mary.'

"And he said his Vicross Hyung makes the best food! " She raise her arms up to prove her point. Only bringing them down a few seconds later when she felt to lazy to move.

Right. They were really delicious..

The thing is, he is dead.

But he can't tell her.

...

It's now a cold night, he tries his best to keep the child warm. He makes a campfire with his acient powers. He takes out all the blankets he can from his spacial dimension. He holds her to his chest, ever so gently like he's holding delicate ice.

He hovers closer to the campfire.

He can feel it.. she's getting colder.

He's scared that the only solace he has right now will disappear too.

He'll hate himself again.

"About your questions," her voice is raspy. Her breathing is unstable. She's turning colder by the minutes passing.

"You don't need to answer them." If this is the only way to give her time, then be it. Just fulfil his selfish desires.. just live, please.

"I think I do." Her black eyes are now half lidded, showing the beauty mark on her right eyelid that was hidden behind her lavish, long, red eyelashes. Her breathing isn't steady. Her skin is going blue.. please no.