imagine. imagine you knew a boy when you were young, unflinchingly good and idealistic, who'd stand up for you against, what was to you as a child, your entire world. imagine he was taken from you, suddenly and without warning, when your friendship had just begun to blossom and deepen. imagine you never stopped thinking about him. imagine that the goodness he showed you kept inspiring you, simmering in the back of your mind, inspiring your path. and then you saw him in the news — and they were saying that all the good in him was gone, that he was the worst of the system you'd one day be a part of, and you don't believe it, of course you dont believe it, so you double down, determined to see him again. and then you see him again, and he's everything they said he was, cold and ruthless and cruel. but you don't doubt, not for a moment, and in only your second confrontation he breaks, calls out the truth against his own best interest, and tells you he has feelings for you But Bad Ones Trust Me.
and then he's framed for murder, and you're facing off against a man who's been unbeaten for longer than you've been alive. and he's winning, he's got the trial down to a science.
imagine the boy you dreamed of saving for 15 years is declared guilty of a murder he didn't commit.
and then imagine the other man who stood up for you back then rushes in past the last moment, and mercifully is allowed to testify, but it doesn't seem like it'll do any good. too little, too late, and the boy who used to represent the best of the world to you is going to be branded a murderer
but the testimony has one little contradiction, one little thread to pull, and you're going to tug on it, wind it around your fingers till they bleed, shove it in the court's face like a shining sword as you return a favor for a debt that everyone else forgot
almost christmas means it wasn't christmas yet. happy 20 years, everyone
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