Tainted

Through all the trees and obstacles distracting as they may be, I could still see him.

I could see him looking out his window with a look that I lived for.

We had found him.

He pressed a palm to the glass, leaving a print as he shook his head, trying to rid himself of all the thoughts that were crossing through his head.

We had crept inside his mind.

My smile broadened as the wind blew and I could practically taste my victory.

Patience.

With all the time in the world, you could destroy the most hard headed fool. The most honest fool. The most honored fool.

And him. He was a nut everyone thought wouldn’t crack.

They were right. Some nuts you can’t crack.

That’s when you put them on the ground and smash them into tiny pieces.

You just had to know how to go about it so that not everything broke.