The godmother

Sky was at his godmother's place—a sanctuary that felt more like home than anywhere else. She was his mother's closest friend, practically a sister, and had raised him like her own. She had no children of her own, but as she often said, Sky and Rain were more than enough for her.

It was his third day here. He'd finished exams early, having taken fewer credits this term, and decided to escape to the one place where he could truly be himself. The salty breeze of the beach was sharp against his skin, but he remained seated on the cold sand, eyes fixed on the endless stretch of water. It mirrored the turmoil in his mind.

He didn't even notice when his godmother appear beside him until he felt the warmth of a shawl draped over his shoulders. He looked up at her, the setting sun casting a golden glow around her face as she smiled gently before settling down next to him.