TherapyHe never remembered the journey here. It was always made on autopilot. But he knew the walk back was always one of hopeless despair, one he'd never yet made alone.Therapy by Verran42
It was a path he and his brother trod often in happier times, when they were still able to come and go as they pleased. Though there was no point in coming to this place any more, there were times he'd still inexplicably find himself here. He didn't know why. He'd lost hope long ago.
He traced the 'X' etched into the tree with his finger, a symbol he renewed every year to stop it from fading. Mario had scratched it there with his pen-knife on that fateful morning before sprinting back to their lodge for a spade. While waiting for his brother's return Luigi began clawing at the ground with his hands, looking for any sign of the pipe that had brought them here from Brooklyn the night before. They dug for it all day, taking turns to rest, until they'd created a circular hole four feet deep and six in diameter. Then they spent t
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