The Last Rainfall

I knew this kid who was always looking for a fight. He never wanted to start one, just find one, walk in to the middle of the troubles and either win or die.

Some people used to fear him, others used to call him a good kid.

I saw this kid develop over time. He went from being a force of nature to being a cold, hard mongrel trying to protect the last emotions that made him feel human.

That kid is dead. Now you have me to deal with.

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