𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ❦

Four months have passed since your harrowing escape from Mikey's clutches.

In that time, you've found a private sanctuary for yourself and your son, a penthouse tucked away in a secluded location far from the chaos of Tokyo.

It's a place of refuge, a haven where you can finally breathe freely and start anew.

Your son, a beacon of hope and light in your life, has brought immeasurable joy and love into your world.
His laughter fills the air, a melody that soothes your troubled soul and brings a smile to your lips even on the darkest of days.

But despite the victory of escaping Mikey's abuse, a shadow looms over you-a darkness that threatens to engulf you entirely.
Postpartum depression grips you with an iron grip, its weight crushing you under the weight of despair and hopelessness.

In the quiet solitude of your penthouse, you grapple with the overwhelming sense of emptiness that consumes you.

There are days when your son's presence annoys you, his cries piercing through the fragile veneer of your composure and leaving you raw and exposed.

The guilt weighs heavy on your heart, the nagging voice of self-doubt whispering in your ear, telling you that you're not enough, that you're failing as a mother.

But through the darkness, a glimmer of hope remains-a flicker of light that refuses to be extinguished.
It's the love you feel for your son, a bond that transcends words and defies logic.

It's the knowledge that despite the pain and the despair, you are not alone.

With each passing day, you find the strength to keep going, to push through the darkness and embrace the light that shines within you.

It's a journey of healing and self-discovery, a path that is fraught with obstacles but filled with the promise of redemption and renewal.

And as you hold your son close, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against yours, a pang of pain courses through you.

His presence, while a source of comfort at times, also serves as a painful reminder of the past-a past you'd rather forget.

"Those damn eyes..."
you mutter under your breath, your gaze lingering on his face.

He has his father's eyes, a striking resemblance that sends a shiver down your spine.

It's something you've dreaded from the moment he was born, a constant reminder of the man who brought you so much pain and suffering.

But it's not just his eyes; he practically has all of Mikey's features, from his nose to his jawline and more.
It's as if you're staring at a miniature version of the man who haunted your nightmares for years.

And yet, despite the physical resemblance, you know that your son is an innocent bystander in this situation.

He didn't choose to be born into this world, nor did he choose who his parents were.
He's just a child, innocent and pure, caught in the crossfire of a past he could never understand.

As you hold him close, the weight of responsibility settles heavy on your shoulders.
You vow to protect him, to shield him from the darkness that threatens to consume you both.