He felt… calm.
Not fully. Not completely.
But much calmer than he did the last few days.
The rage that had burned in him for days—it was quiet now.
Still there, buried somewhere deep within.
But it's no longer clawing to get out.
He didn't know why.
Maybe it was the silence.
Maybe it was the weight of everything finally settling down.
Or maybe… he was just too tired to stay angry.
But even now, with his hands still, his mind quiet—
His chest ached.
Every time he tried to remember what he'd lost…
It hurt.
Not a sharp pain. Not one that made him cry out.
Just that kind of ache that sits deep within your body.
The kind that reminds you something's missing.
Something important.
He closed his eyes.
But sleep didn't come easy.
Not the kind of sleep that healed you.
Just something shallow. Like drifting in water that's too dark to see through.
Every time his mind wandered, it came back to the same place.
A face he couldn't remember.
A voice he almost recognized.
