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Days will pass, no matter what happens. They do not care about your feelings because they’ve existed way before humans. The feeling of guilt only fills Hembrodge’s guts. They behave as if Hembrodge is a close friend. But Hembrodge is only a human man, living a life filled with relentless emotions, filled with things pleasant yet unpleasant.
Although some things are bitter, there are moments you appreciate the sweetness; moments you cherish but sometimes forget.
Hembrodge lived through the burden of life’s boulders. It isn’t to say he is alright, but it’s to show that he’s gone through many things. And there are always the great parts that we’ve missed. And those are the things that also grew up with him.
That lady who raised him as if he was her boy, that best friend he'd had who had never left his side, as well as his newfound friends.
Those people remind him that needles have soft threads. And it’s used to sew new purposes—no, not only purpose but something you live for. love and support.
Without love and support, you question your morality and existence and why you exist. Because nobody trusts you, nor do they want to even approach you. But with love comes trust, and that trust is what keeps Hembrodge alive.
But of course, there are many types of love, such as Philia (love for friends and equals), Storge (love of parents to children), and Philautia (self-love).
Yet, he feels something different for once. A love that was different from what he’d endured in his life. This love is destructive to him; it has rendered him unable to forge words properly, resulting in blunt responses he has never given to anyone. It made his mind think harder about simple things. And it is a type of love different from platonic love.
But for whom does he have this feeling, you may ask? Well, you’ll have to find out for yourself.