Every day was a living hell.
I couldn't wait for the time that I could build my own empire over the debris of my wounds. Permanent scars made by those who didn't want me to rise above, to make me believe in a parallel illusion of what my reality was.
But he was always there. Watching, guarding, loving, caring.
He was all of the above and much more. So much more. To the point where he surpassed humanity in such a high level, that he was more human than any other human in this world.
The funny thing?
He wasn't even human.