Meet Again
Prologue
I will never forget that day I had first saw you there.
You were thin, way too thin than a man your age should be.
You were naked, from head to toes. Your whole body was full with ugly scars.
Your hair was long and dirty, as if you didn't have a decent shower or a hair cut in years, which was probably true.
You held your head low, watching your bare feet. I couldn't see your eyes or the look on your face.
Your hands were shackled with a pair of handcuffs made of pure silver. You didn't seem to mind, as if you were used to it already.
"There you go," the guard who was holding you said and shoved you towards me. He had a smug smile on his face, as if he was very happy to finally get rid of you. "He's all yours."
And then he left, leaving me alone with you.
You stood there quietly, not moving an inch. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do now. I wanted to touch you, to hold you in my arms, but I knew that you'll only flinch away, and I couldn't stand it.
"Come with me," I said, not sounding like myself. You nodded, and waited for another order. I sighed and presented you my hand, "hold my arm." It took you a few moments but finally you stretched your shackled hands and grabbed my offered arm. I thought about my flat, and a second later we weren't there anymore. I swore to myself that you will never step your foot in that place ever again.