He walked from his parent’s house
He went to her,
He went home.
She was hiding,
Scared as he knew she would be
He couldn't bring himself to look at her terrified face,
It was engraved in his.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell her,
To tell her that they were dead,
With no chance of ressurection.
She whimpered and looked at the floor,
Averting her gaze
Ran up to her room.
He slept too.
They both knew hope survived to kill them.