He wasn't quite done yet, as he brought the hammer down on the pieces of the idol.
To be honest, he wasn't really doing this for her. But all the anger and frustration he had been feeling before had bubbled back to the surface, lighting the fire in him even for just a brief moment.
Because he knew...He knew that even if the world was to be fixed, his uncle would never take him back. Not after the part he played in all of this. And the boys would be ashamed of him, would likely hate him too.
But what made him angriest was his own self-loathing...because he knew he deserved it.
With one last swing, he tossed the mallet into the pedestal, sending both crashing into the back wall. Standing in the middle of the room, he took heavy breaths, just taking a moment to hold on to that fire.
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To be honest, he wasn't really doing this for her. But all the anger and frustration he had been feeling before had bubbled back to the surface, lighting the fire in him even for just a brief moment.
Because he knew...He knew that even if the world was to be fixed, his uncle would never take him back. Not after the part he played in all of this. And the boys would be ashamed of him, would likely hate him too.
But what made him angriest was his own self-loathing...because he knew he deserved it.
With one last swing, he tossed the mallet into the pedestal, sending both crashing into the back wall. Standing in the middle of the room, he took heavy breaths, just taking a moment to hold on to that fire.
It was all he had left.