My hands burned, and I hadn't felt my arm for days, but I couldn't remove it because of my internal injuries.
I had felt like a burden for a long time, watching a thirteen-year-old boy do everything for me, from feeding me to cleaning me while I was debilitated and useless.
I wanted to die a little, how could I not? It was as if a dagger was pressing against my chest, ready to pierce my heart at any moment.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the scene unfold. Dante was breaking everything as he fought off a horde of Black Spiders, he was focused, but he kept looking at me worried about my safety.
I felt strange, it was a different feeling... the feeling of being prioritized, the feeling of being worth something... it's complicated even to think about it now, but this boy...
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