JU ROKU

He pulled me into a hug, patting my back gently. I was always the crybaby, even after those traumatic incidents that haunt my dreams every night. Feeling tired, I rested my head on Mister Eijiri's shoulder as he hugged me; he carried me in his arm and brought me to the bed; I felt even drowsy than ever. As he laid me down slowly, he looked worried and confused. He caressed my face and tucked me into the sheets.

"Kerstein, are you fine?" He asked; I forced myself to say something, yet nothing was coming out. My throat felt like it was sandpaper and was dry. He dialed someone on his phone. After talking for a few minutes, he helped me drink water. "Kerstein?"