Why did you stop, silly?

I acted as if I was fine when I left Sam. However, now that I'm washing all this blood off of these cloths, I'm not.

It's been a while since I used these hands doing chore. Not that I mind, really.

However, knowing that these blood that diluting in the waters were Sam's. It hurts.

"How can he be so careless?" I murmured, clenching my teeth tightly.

As I washed each cloth, my hands felt a burning sensation. But that didn't even hurt. This couldn't even compare to the stabbing pain in my chest.

These tears falling from my eyes until I sniffed. I wondered how absurd and painful his childhood was. 

I only focused on myself recently. No, not just recently. I've been too complacent because of his carefree attitude. Not knowing that to smile like that, he probably went through situations I couldn't even imagine.

To think he was already numb despite how mangled his arm was, Sam must've gone through worse.