Miracle's Pov
I reached out to touch Hardy's face, and suddenly I was sucked into his head…his memories.
I was no longer in the present…no longer on the bed, hell I wasn't even in the hall anymore but in a dark, twisted version of Hardy's past.
I saw flashes of his childhood…raised voices and fights…I felt a tiny little bit of the cruelty, of the pain and fear that had shaped him into the man he was today.
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Hardy's Pov
My first retained memory was from when I was two years old, huddled in the dark, my tiny heart racing with fear.
I was very thirsty and I hated the small space and I fought to be let out of it as hard as I could but I was overpowered by my sister.
"Shh now, Hardy… don't make a sound!"
My sister Rommy, seven years old and wise beyond her years, held me close, her eyes fixed on the crawl space entrance.
"Wa…ter" I had demanded.
I was ignored.
