"Tell me, what was it like growing up alone?" Angela asked, still in his arms. She didn't want to break free. There was something about being there with him… it gave her peace. If anyone could understand what she had been through, it was him. They understood each other's pain without needing to talk too much about it.
"You're supposed to know," Hiro chuckled, his eyes drifting away as if he was walking through his own past. "It was cold and lonely. Sometimes, I wished there was someone to talk to about what was going on in my life… but there was no one. When I woke up in the pack house, I would see my cousins' parents preparing them for school. And me? I just struggled to find my own way."
