However,
the truth was that after he spoke those words,
the girl next to him walked away into the shadowy corners of the mountain, busy with something unknown...
...
It was not until late at night, when all was quiet, that she returned.
The moment she pushed the door open,
she was slightly surprised.
The room was dimly lit.
A little boy lay on the floor, on a thin mattress.
Of course,
his posture was still prone.
The wound on his buttocks did not allow him to lie flat to sleep.
The boy noticed her return but said nothing, only feeling much more at ease when he closed his eyes.
If she hadn't come back within half an hour, he had already decided to go out and look for her.
But who knew
she had been busy with something very important?
Now the supervisor trusted her completely, didn't mind her, let her roam freely wherever she wanted.
The two remained silent in tacit agreement, not saying a word, turning off the lights, going to sleep.
One on the bed frame.