"Let's leave it at that. We should both move on now and go our separate ways..."
"I'm sure you've heard about my wedding date from the media, but after all the care and affection we've shown each other, I thought I should call and tell you myself. Sweetheart, as you wished, I've found you a stepmother..."
...An awful silence. The tall figure walked toward a row of black gun barrels. As he passed me, he left me with one last sentence: "Kiddo, I hope you two will be happy!" He didn't even look back...
Happy? How could I ever be happy? The footage flashed before my eyes: that man, tortured until his face was unrecognizable and his body covered in wounds, passing out again and again, only to be doused with cold water and woken each time. He endured inhuman abuse, biting his lips to keep from making a sound, never letting his expression waver... Were you afraid I'd worry about you, you fool? You stubborn fool... Did you think I couldn't tell you were in pain? Did you think that if you acted like nothing mattered, I really wouldn't care? Cry out. You've suffered enough. Stop torturing yourself.
...The door crashing open. Gunshots. Explosions. A lifeless body, torn and bloody... The deafening roar of a helicopter's rotors...
"Talk to him, don't stop! Damn it, talk to him! Tell him something that will make him want to live! Don't stop..."
Suddenly, it felt as if something had clutched my heart. "Is he still alive? Tell me he's still alive!" I jerked my eyes open...
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