[He nods faintly and focuses on making his way towards that bench. Slowly, just one foot in front of the other, until at last he half sits half flops onto it with a soft sigh of relief. He must have lost more blood than he thought because he hasn't heard his mother voice so clearly in years. He wasn't prepared for it.
He leans back and shuts his eyes for a moment, willing away the tears. So many years have passed but the pain is always there.]
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He leans back and shuts his eyes for a moment, willing away the tears. So many years have passed but the pain is always there.]