HyaRay

He had been hers since he first saw her. She’d been so helpless and so lost, even more than he was. He told her not to cry, that it would be alright. He told her to think of it as an adventure. He would have done anything for her and couldn’t have loved her anymore if she was his own daughter. He never left her alone if he could help it, because once he had gone looking for supplies and when he came back she was crying. He took artistic black-and-white photographs of the two of them. They sang songs, her on the broken guitar and him on the paper-plate drums. Even as a little girl she had talent and they could freestyle together f