You are mine, little one.

Alana Robbins, Kyle Frost.

They did not have many things in common, their ages were different, the way they walked did not match, much less their stature. They never thought the same, they had very different ideas. He was the owner of himself, she an insecure girl. His hands seemed to have been made as exact pieces to fit together, with fingers interlaced and facing the same direction.

She was his little one.