sean was your sun, your light and hope. comfort in dark times and job in evil nights. he’d stay awake, trace your hands with his fingers until you’d fall asleep. he felt so warm and bubbly. even after getting horribly abused and tortured by the odriscolls he still made it. the best american boy. or in his case irish.

one night you and sean were talking in whispered tones in your secluded tent until he opens his mouth. “your all i’ve ever wanted.” he lets out like a deep sigh, a breath of freedom and clearness.