He's My Brother Not My Wife
Back to childhood
Tonight looks so sad. Amidst the bright moonlight barging through the room clashing with the concentration of the night, the figure of the girl storing a million pressures was thrusting herself into the arms of the man she considered to be her real father.
Cowering like a baby craves warmth. No matter if he looked fragile and very spoiled, he dissolved in the man's arms.
A gentle swipe after swipe felt repeatedly sweeping his head. However, the more he sank into that warm feeling the more his heart was chaotic and claustrophobic.
"Well! Sleepy already?" Ask daddy ...