Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 9: Healing Bonds Lead To Forgiveness

Tweek Tweak

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I'm sorry.

The aftermath of that horrifying night weighed heavily on my mind and soul as I grappled with the guilt and shame of nearly losing Craig. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the fear in his eyes, felt the weight of his life slipping away beneath my hands. How could I have let my anger and desperation drive me to such extremes? I was supposed to protect him, not harm him

As the days passed, a heavy silence hung between us, punctuated only by the occasional awkward exchange or hesitant glance. Craig's physical wounds had healed, but the emotional scars ran deep, a constant reminder of the fragility of our relationship. I longed to reach out to him, to apologize and beg for his forgiveness, but the words caught in my throat, suffocated by my own shame.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the room, I found myself standing outside Craig's door, my hand poised to knock but frozen by uncertainty. Would he even want to see me? Would he ever be able to forgive me for what I had done?

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I rapped softly on the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for a response. For a moment, there was only silence, and I feared that he had already given up on me, that I had irreparably damaged our bond beyond repair.

But then, to my relief and surprise, the door creaked open, revealing Craig's tired but welcoming face. His eyes held a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, as if unsure of what to expect from our encounter.

"Tweek," he murmured, his voice soft and tentative as he gestured for me to come inside. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I deserved the kindness he was offering, but ultimately, I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me with a heavy sigh.

We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, the weight of our shared trauma pressing down on us like a suffocating blanket. I wanted to speak, to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness, but the words refused to come, trapped behind a wall of shame and regret.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, I cleared my throat, my voice barely above a whisper as I spoke. "Craig, I... I'm so sorry. I never should have... I never meant to hurt you."

He looked at me then, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and understanding. "I know, Tweek," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I know you didn't mean to. But that doesn't change what happened. I was being an asshole. When I shouldn't have."

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze as the weight of his words settled over me like a heavy shroud. How could I ever make things right after what I had done? How could I ever earn back his trust and forgiveness? How could I? Well at least he knows that he was being an asshole.

But then, to my surprise, Craig reached out and took my hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring against my skin. "But I forgive you, Tweek," he said, his voice filled with a quiet strength that took my breath away. The room was silent and cold, his Star Trek posters hanging loosely as his skin touched mine. He looked at me so longingly, so full of love, not the anger that I had anticipated.

"I forgive you because I know that you're hurting too, that you're struggling just as much as I am. Will you please forgive me as well?" he said in the most sincere tone i've ever heard. Not even my mentors used to talk to me that way.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I looked into his tired but forgiving eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his compassion and understanding. In that moment, despite the pain and the scars that still lingered between us, I felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life in my chest, a belief that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to heal together, without having to fight. After all we are supposed to be friends not enemies like the demons and angels. Friends like Angels and humans.

I nodded and forgave him. I wanted to have him near me and not away from me. 

Notes---- 

if i was Craig i would not forgive Tweek at all dawg