They continued silently the hug, fearing it would all shatter like an illusion. That it would all be their imaginations in a sick fever dream, a ploy of fate and reality. Kyrie kept the hug tight, a storm of emotion assaulted his heart.
But not all of them were bad or even negative. Kyrie felt the happiness, hope, and fulfillment of a mission finished at long last, the last step of this part of the journey was finally taken. His journey of a thousand steps ended.
Now a journey of ten thousand steps would start, but it was a matter for another day, another Kyrie to worry about. All he wanted now was to enjoy the moment before something took it from him.
Before anyone could spoil it and sour it, it was his moment. The moment he fought so hard to bring forth, the moment he faced death itself to reach. Pain and despair defied and defeated at long last.
