"When are you coming back?"
"Whenever you want me to." I smiled wildly as I returned her wide eyed stare.
He came every day. He was overwhelmingly happy. He always was. Every time I come here, he was laughing making jokes. Terrible ones at that, somehow still lifting the spirits of most around him. He never falters, never having a day of sadness or fragility. How can a man such as he be like this? Carry a burden that many do, yet succeed in such a happy mentality? He is as strong and solid as a marble. Or- his manner was a rouse perfected over years of manipulation. A pleasant cover to a book of horrors.
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