To forget is a luxury that most take for granted. It’s something that Stewart longed for as he stared at the ceiling of his chamber. Eyes dead to the world as he ignored the heat that licked at his skin from the blazing sun outside. As the sound of mice scurried by. And the pain of the insects that nibbled on his skin became something numb in his unyielding silence. Forgetting would be a blessing compared to what he was living right now. For while his body was tortured and haggard from neglect and time. The torture of his mind was as fresh as the day he arrived. Oh how he longed to forget.
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