Forgiven
He had a scar on his arm from where the IV needle had been harshly torn out. It didn't bother him now that he knelt in front of her grave. Normally the nightmare would come and he would once again feel the heat of the fire surrounding him, the smoke in his lungs, the burning of his eyes.
He prayed for her. He imagined her laughing and dancing around the willow next to him. It seemed like an eternity from when she had been angry enough to kill both him and her mother.
Satoru glanced at the scar on his arm and knew he had long ago forgiven her.
