whispers from the other side

Redemption in the shadows

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People raised on love things differently, than those raised on survival.
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Wang Jackson

I sat in my office, surrounded by darkness, the only sound of the soft hum of the computer. It was late, and the mansion was quiet, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

Something was off about Sean lately. He'd been staying at home more often, he didn't talk much, even to me, his right-hand man. It wasn't like he shared everything with me, but nowadays, he seemed to be keeping secrets.

But despite the distance, I'd noticed a change in him. He seemed..... happier. Less stressed, more at peace. I couldn't understand why, but I was happy for him. He deserved it, after everything he'd been through.

I remember our miserable childhood, growing up under the iron Fist of Sean's father. He was a cruel man, who took pleasure in our suffering. He would beat us mercilessly, and make us do unspeakable things. Sean and I were forced to become killing machines, trained to obey without question. We were denied any semblance of a normal childhood, forced to grow up too quickly in a world of violence and fear.

But despite the darkness of our past, we found solace in each other. We became inseparable, relying on each other for survival. We shared what little food we had, and huddled together for warmth in the cold, damp basement where we were forced to sleep. And when Sean's father is murdered,we vowed to take over the mafia and rule with an iron fist, determined to never let anyone suffer as we had.

I stood by Sean's side as he took his father's position, a sense of pride and loyalty swelling withing me. We had been through so much together, and now we were unstoppable.

Sean's father had groomed him to be a killing machine, teaching him everything he knew. But only I knew the real Sean, the one behind the mask. I knew his strengths and weaknesses, his fear and desires.

As Sean's right hand man, I was his rock, his confidant. Together, we ruled the mafia with an iron Fist, our bond unbreakable.

But sometimes, in the quiet moments, I saw the ghosts of Sean's past haunting him. The memories of his father's cruelty, the weight of his responsibilities. I knew he struggled to reconcile the man he was forced to become with the man he truly wanted to be.

I made it my mission to be there for him, to support him, to help him find redemption. And as we navigated the treacherous world of the mafia together, I knew our friendship was the only thing that could save us from the darkness that surrounded us.

Sean had suffered so much, at the hands of his own father, no less. He'd been forced to become a killing machine, to take on a role that no one should ever have to bear. But he'd done it for his family, for his loyalty.

And now, seeing him happy, it filled me with a sense of pride and purpose. I'd do anything to protect him, to ensure his happiness.

But not knowing was killing me. What was behind this change? Who or what was making him happy?

I signed, rubbing my temples. I'd just have to wait and see. One thing was for sure, though - I'd be by his side no matter what.
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