He casually walks through the front door and looks around, checking for family members. Once he thinks the coast is clear, he runs up the stairs, to his chamber. He carefully shuts the door behind him. He anxiously stares and the screen as the computer loads. It’s been a while since his last appearance in his secret home.

He writes, pouring out his feelings and troubles, and with that pours out his worries and cares.

Ficlets is the one place he can be himself. Say what he wants, do what he wants, and forget reality for a few precious hours. The feeling of home he first had is growing, growing into the feeling of a new life. A life where he truly is at home.

...A life better than his own.

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