That was when he remembered Mercy, and the hurt that came with the memory made him wish he could forget her all over again. Except he didn’t want to forget her. As soon as she returned to his mind, he latched on and refused to let go. It’d be like reading a book that doesn’t end, she told him in his mind. No matter how good the story is, you want it to be over at some point. But she was wrong. Now that the grim, depressing novel that was his life had come to an end, he wanted to make the story keep going.
