Trade

He is not so kind for the sake of the night passers-by, want to survive a little longer.

He was breathing weakly, and indeed alive, though not for long.

Dying in his sleep, it was probably the last gesture of tenderness given by the body, but Rafael stubbornly fought the last tug of war.

Greer also reminded him: "Remember to sweeten Demetrius's milk, no salted milk today."

"Huh?"

He only meant to ask, and then go back to the parents.

Only then did Demetrius look back at "him" again, or to be precise, he had become "it".

Demetrius had to control himself with all his might, clenching his teeth and keeping quiet.

And then he's going to die.

Demetrius saw the man, and knew why Greer hadn't stopped himself from going out in the middle of the night.

The boy's eyes were caught by this sudden movement, and he stared at the chain, looking up but not seeing the end of it. Demetrius felt a tickle in his throat, something des

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