***
Paul, I never blamed you.
I saw the light before the current reached me,
and in that light, I felt peace.
Not everyone can see goodness when it hides inside pain.
Men lose themselves when sorrow grows too heavy to bear.
But I saw it, Paul -
the innocence that remains,
even when the world tramples it.
You looked beyond fear.
You saw a man, not a monster.
Every step you take along the mile,
you take for those who no longer can.
The mile doesn’t end at the chair, Paul.
It continues every time someone chooses mercy over guilt.
Don’t cry for me.
The light was gentle, and deep down…
I never stopped believing the world could heal.
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🎬 The Other Story