Perhaps he was running from the pain. Too many people hurt him, too few understood.

Perhaps my gaze did not look warm to him. Perhaps to him, it held the same judgment, the same scorn.

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So even when he could no longer fight against sleep, he still fought against me.

But that’s OK. I wasn’t planning on taking him. Not yet, at least. Not while he feared me.