I wish a Merry Christmas to all my readers!
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I should feel pain, shouldn't I? James thought, yet there wasn't a single trace of sorrow, regret, or hurt inside him as he remained seated in the garden, letting the sun shine down on his face, while his mother had already gone back inside.
He simply enjoyed it, the calmness, the birds, the sound of the wind moving through the trees, it all felt like it was shielding him from reality… but no, he knew exactly what reality was, and he knew why he felt nothing at all.
Because he was no longer that little bitch who moaned about every tiny problem, even when he knew what was happening, even when he knew it was all his fault. He had gone too far with everything, crossed lines without hesitation, ordering death but always bitching after all.
