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(I'm saving this part for when Bennet dies)

Despair. I didn't have a word for it then, but I do now. When I was at the orphanage, I wasn't taught a word to describe our relationship but we were friends. If Bennet was alive today, I think he would say we were friends. Everyday I would wake up next to Bennet, train with him, eat with him, get punished with him. Not once did I ever imagine he would be taken away, our friendship shattered. I never thought I would be so helpless to such a cruel fate.

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