Cruelty.
Jaxon had known it existed ever since the dawn of time—it was an innate persona that people had before they knew how to even utter a word. Darkness all existed into the realms of our minds, and the deepest part of our hearts.
And so is light.
In the night where the monsters roamed around the country, Jaxon had a dream.
In that dream he was someone different; he was still Jaxon, but he was smiling and happy. His arm, which was supposed to be gone, was intact, and he had the childish grin painted over his face just like before. And then, Jaxon realized that he wasn't a different person. It was just him from the past, back when he was still younger and enthusiastic.
