These four pasts entangled, like a bunch of wire
Forcibly done by the hands that set truth on fire
Anywhere. They could take him anywhere.
Just not here.
The young man winced as he was led down the hall to the detention center. He recalled a painful memory, of his first case. It had been here.
(It's not like I even deserved to walk down these halls. Not then.)
He remembered how arrogant he had been, always going on about how he was 'The Best' prosecutor. Walking down these halls, eight years later, that was the last thing he felt like. He had changed since then, definitely. While he hadn't grown any taller, he had grown mentally. He hadn't cried once since that trial. His logic was better, and harder to break. He even went so far as to use every single piece of evidence to find out the truth so he wouldn't be caught off guard. A win record didn't matter, finding the truth did. And yet, he had been so desperate to win that last trial. It was so obvious that Kay was innocent! He knew Tommy was the killer from the moment he saw him choking Athena. He knew that, and yet he still tried to get her convicted. It was all because of that damn note!
(No, it's because of me. I could have just reported that note. But, I didn't. It's all my fault. I'm no better than him…)
That thought scared him the most. He had almost twisted the truth. Just like him…
The slam of the prison door jolted him to his senses. Panicking, he ran to the door. It was shut and locked. He checked under the bed, hoping to find that escape tunnel from 8 years earlier. Unfortunately, there was none. He collapsed, crying for the first time in 8 years, trapped by the ghosts of his past.
*A/N
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