I despised him.
This man in my living room, sleeping on my couch. He took away my friends, almost brothers.
This man took away my parents.
I had just found out yesterday that he had been the one responsible, and the next day, he was at my door.
A perfect opportunity for me of course.
I walked towards him slowly with a pistol in my hand. His spare. Not very smart to just leave it around.
People like him didn't deserve rest.
Step.
I knew he was just a no-good,
Step.
Womanizing cheat.
I pointed the pistol.
The world would be better off withou-
"Why…"
I heard a hoarse whisper from the shivering blue lump on the couch.
"Why… why… I don't want to…" He whimpered and shook harder. "They… didn't do anything…"
I lowered the pistol.
What are you doing?
I stared for a couple seconds.
You've been waiting for this! Do it!
I felt warm tears forming in my eyes.
Only a monster could be responsible! That's what you said!
"No… I don't want to…," I whispered to myself.
"No… please… please…," he spoke only in choked sobs now.
He must be cold… I thought, and sighed.
I went upstairs to my room and brought down a blanket made of a comfy combination of wool and cotton. When I came downstairs, all I could hear was a continued mantra of:
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
I placed the blanket on him and with a sad smile whispered, "It's okay."
He eventually stopped, but I noticed that the last thing he said was, "I'm sorry… Winry…"
I watched him fall into an eventually comfortable sleep, then went upstairs to my own bed.
Maybe some monsters at least deserve some rest, I thought before I dozed off to sleep.
