“Mom! Please—don’t leave me!”
The little boy clung desperately to his mother’s hands, his small fingers shaking as tears streamed down his face. His cries echoed through the cold air, broken and helpless.
“Please, Mom… take me with you,” Draven sobbed. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
His mother’s face was hard. Cold. Empty.
She tried to pull her hands free, but Draven held on with all his strength.
“I don’t want you anymore,” she snapped suddenly, her voice sharp and cruel. “You’re a burden. Extra luggage I can’t afford to carry.”
Draven froze.His grip tightened in panic. “No… no—Mom!” he cried.
She shoved him away. Hard. Draven stumbled backward, his small body crashing to the ground. His head struck a sharp stone.
Pain exploded— Darkness swallowed him.
Through the ringing in his ears
