I acted as if I was fine when I left Sam. However, now that I'm washing all this blood off of these cloths, I'm not.
It's been a while since I used these hands doing chore. Not that I mind, really.
However, knowing that these blood that diluting in the waters were Sam's. It hurts.
"How can he be so careless?" I murmured, clenching my teeth tightly.
As I washed each cloth, my hands felt a burning sensation. But that didn't even hurt. This couldn't even compare to the stabbing pain in my chest.
These tears falling from my eyes until I sniffed. I wondered how absurd and painful his childhood was.
I only focused on myself recently. No, not just recently. I've been too complacent because of his carefree attitude. Not knowing that to smile like that, he probably went through situations I couldn't even imagine.
To think he was already numb despite how mangled his arm was, Sam must've gone through worse.
