Ash looked at the black haired boy who was curled like a ball, his crying was slow but it was there, soft and broken as if every breath carried pain that refused to leave.
Ash could feel his pain, he could literally feel everything, the helplessness, the fear, and the silent plea that never reached anyone.
His memories were just too clear, sometimes he even hated that clarity, because it forced him to relive moments exactly as they were, without the mercy of time dulling their sharpness.
For hours, that boy lay there crying and Ash just stood by the wall, his eyes closed, listening to those quiet sobs echo inside his mind. He tried to leave the place, to walk away and distance himself from the suffocating atmosphere, but he always seemed to just come back here, as if the space itself refused to release him.
So he just gave up escaping. In fact, he had an actual guess why all this was happening.
I am in this situation, definitely because of.....Runes....
