LoveTober: In the World of Samaritan's Legacy

Chapters 29-31

10/29 Tears

Did I do something wrong? No, I turned in a murderer to the authorities. I had to, and this ache in my chest will not make me regret my decision.

What I regret is not maintaining my side of the deal and turning him in a day before the agreed-upon deadline. I doubted him.

I can help a weak man. A scared man, I can stand with. A pathetic man I can give my time and stand next to if that gives them enough to find their own strength.

But when they turn to that place because of their fragility, how can I trust them. I was fine every time Hember fell apart; I could stand with him in the tears. I wanted to be next to him. I understand the world is a difficult place to live, and I was truly glad he lived through the darkest hours of his life, but when he had forsaken it all, I could no longer stand it.

Every day, he visited the orphanage and smiled at the children as though he had no guilt; it ate at me. The months of lies built up a trap of large rocks and boulders to cascade on our relationship.

I deny that, man. Maybe it would have been better if he died before he fell to that sin. Murder, you cannot come back from that

Then Miss Mary, my mentor, sided with him. How could she not understand the cycle of hate that lives in vengeance? Had she not seen what it can do? How could she ask me to let Hember go despite knowing what I had gone through?

Now, she sat on the couch while cradling Grace and singing nursery rhymes. She's a hypocrite.

Memories resurfaced, the retelling of tragic stories from my past: Hember was that reemergence.

I did have one more regret. Grace, the beautiful child with gold in her heart. She had grown close to Hember and looked up to him as her older brother. Before, butterflies would flap their colors in my stomach just thinking of their relationship.

Now, a mistake was made that we could not go back on. They were going to come back for Grace and execute everyone in the orphanage.

Except me. I would be imprisoned because they could not kill a student from Nascula. But the rest, they were running out of time, which the one officer had bought for them.

Was I impatient? I wondered.

Miss Mary was reprimanding me when the officers showed up. Her face was full of rage, and she called me ignorant, among other things. I had never seen the woman so angry, and I was taken aback.

It's her who doesn't understand.

Before the police could prepare to ambush Hember and arrest him, he had shown up. Despite seeing the police lights, he still came. That meant something, didn't it?

Mary wasn't screaming anymore and cried softly to soothe the unknowing girl in her arms.

Intertwined in thorns and rough sinew, my emotions bubbled from a sense of wrongness I couldn't point to.

Why can't I hear?

Why this confusion?

Why have I been sitting in the dark corner of my room, crying for hours with the images of those I care about most filling the lightless space in front of me?

Why are most of them from Hember and less from those I'd already lost?

10/30 Peace

If I can trust the unseen all my life so far, I'll trust now

Resign me to my fate

For I'm Yours and have been since

Let these bars bend and break