It was the end.
No more petting Dude.
Playing tourney.
Not having to live in constant fear of your life.
Evie was happy.
Jay was happy.
Mal, even though she didn't realize it, was just as happy as any of them.
Hell, he was happy.
He would miss this.
There were no screams from his mother.
He was never beaten here.
Never broken.
Never terrified of every little sound anyone made.
Never hungry.
Never starving.
Never in so much pain he could barely move.
He could breathe here.
The depression was finally loosening its grip.
The bruises were gone.
The scars were fading.
It had been so long since he had felt intense pain.
But now to go back.
To the pain.
The hurt.
The pain that felt like a knife stabbing into him
Making it hard to move.
To breathe.
To live.
To push on.
Inspired by Millie333's story "Why?"
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-FlatFox