He was always alone until someone else appeared.
The small hand was clenched into a fist and placed on his chest, and the peaceful sleeping state unexpectedly broke into his heart. It was at that moment that I decided to protect him well and never get hurt again.
The world that had always been one person became two people, and they couldn't live without him from now on. I wanted to hold him in my arms, but I was afraid of breaking his wings. I had no choice but to accompany him and protect him silently.
The older I get, the more dependent I become. It feels so satisfying to have him by my side since I can remember. But one day, I suddenly started to be afraid that when I grow up, I won't be like this anymore.
He will have his own world and start to grow into a responsible and family man.
I don't want this.