3 months. 3 months I served for my valour. Not jail, but I was restricted. My naivete could not comprehend my situation. Why was I being punished for what I did? It was morally right what I did.
I was right. But I was the one punished. Why must I be the one paying the price for someone else's folly?
But, she thanked me. And in a wired way, that's when it hit me. That's why it was worth it. That's why it made sense.
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