His legs trembled as he moved through the rain. Today should have been one of those days when he stayed in bed, buried beneath the covers, his chest stinging, his body burning from within, memories he wished to keep locked into his mind forever replaying like a relentless nightmare.
During the day, everything was tolerable. But when night fell, everything became worse.
Yet here he was, walking beside the General—a man who seemed to prey on his every move, his presence pressing on him like a weight he couldn't escape.
He couldn't find the strength to explain himself to this man, asking for a quick dismissal.
When his knees threatened to give way, he bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough to taste blood.
Anything to stay upright.
Anything to remain the perfect attendant until he left.
