The Stuff of Nightmares Part 16
He had sipped his tea, tasting nothing but sorrow.
Steve's mother cried when he told them why he had come, holding tight to her remaining son. He told them how Steve had been there for him, whenever they dragged him back to their cell. He told them how her son had kept him sane, talked to him and brought him back from where he had retreated to in his mind.
He didn't tell them how Steve died. There was no need for them to know.
He had lived with it for so long, he could carry it for a while longer.
He had sipped his tea, tasting nothing but sorrow.
Steve's mother cried when he told them why he had come, holding tight to her remaining son. He told them how Steve had been there for him, whenever they dragged him back to their cell. He told them how her son had kept him sane, talked to him and brought him back from where he had retreated to in his mind.
He didn't tell them how Steve died. There was no need for them to know.
He had lived with it for so long, he could carry it for a while longer.