Dear Simba,

How have you been? I'm sure you must've been well considering the way you live now is exactly how you wanted to be like. (now don't look surprised, I know very well how you must be smirking while reading this.) I'm doing good too. The reason I wrote this to you now is Dad knew where you're right now. And hoping you know what that meant. It's time now, as it's been half a decade already since you left home.

You may think no one knew about you, but it's not true, HE knew every move of yours. And will know whatever you're planning to do while reading this. Anyways Simba I just wanted you to know that it's high time you comeback. And I'm writing this, is for you to have a chance to know what's should happen in your future.

Yours Lovingly Sister,
Sam.

After reading the letter, Singto crumbled it so hard that the whole letter didn't even took half of his palm later. He sighed and threw it at a corner of the room.

He can't help but let his eyes moist a bit. He tried so hard to forget so many things and everything came right back with this letter. In this 5 year span he dealt with all the insecurities, trauma, acceptance of his flaws and many more, thus resulting in this flamboyant personality.

He never cared about the labels. He always liked to be close with those who are different than usual!

His family didn't approve his lifestyle, his friendships and style, so he left the house.

His wanting to be free overpowered all his EMOTIONS and pushed him towards choosing to opt the easier option.

He left with the amount he took from his sister's wallet and didn't ever turned around to see what happened. Till this day he didn't miss them. Maybe he did but he never recognised the pain he thought he'll experience because of longing. So he concluded he didn't ever miss them but now everything is making him crumble on the ground clutching his stomach because he can't stand the pain.

The moment his mother's face appeared in his mind, he collapsed.

Krist's Pov!

On the digital clock placed on the wall its showing 22:20 pm and the cafe is displaying a closed sign yet the door is open. And I felt a bit uneasy. What's the loss if I just stepped in and see what's wrong, I would hear an earful from the brat, but then I'll sleep peacefully knowing nothing went wrong.

There's no one in here, I guess maybe he's in the back kitchen, as usually he's the only one who closes the shop.

Okay I'll just check there too.

*gasps

I never expected to see this in my life.

I hurriedly went to him and slid to his side, he's on ground leaning his back to the counter and curled by clutching some paper on his hand, which is held to his heart tightly circling his bent knees. And tears streaming down his cheeks.

As soon as he felt the presence, without even opening his eyes he leaned to me, and cried loud while I rub circles on the back and took his slim frame into my arms.

"They knew about me now, they want me back, I.... I can't go there, I- hikhik" he couldn't finish the words due to hiccups caused by crying.

I took the letter from his hand and I felt a heaviness jn my heart. Maybe I was wrong. I must've given it a second thought.

"It's never too late. I started this, so I'll end this. I'm so sorry Little Simba. " I promised myself in my mind.

A.N: This can't be a one shot anymore guys!