Ch. 2
Once there had been a lonely little boy who hated because it was all he knew. A family that drove him, a rage that fed him, and a vengeance that almost killed him.
Quietly, he watched his childhood friend patch his arm. Her proximity reminding him of long forgotten comradery and trust, of belonging and being held, of love and loss.
As she pulled away, face conflicted and eyes hard. He felt himself wondering at how many other people also carried wounds from his sorrow. Old feelings finally able to surface, he attempted the impossible.
"I'm sorry Sakura."
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