Pyre stood outside the bakery, it was weird, his thoughts were not consumed by the missions that he needed to complete for his family, but by of what he wanted to do that day, what he had chosen to do that today. Pyre opened the door and stepped in, the jingle of a bell signified his entrance into the bakery.

Up at the little refrigerated area he stared down at the delectable treats, there were slices of cakes, cups of pudding. Pyre felt like a young child. he was brand new, everything felt new, but with that came a sense of fragility. Pyre clenched his hands and stared at everything for a good long moment. Finally, after awhile, he decided on what to eat. He pointed to a small chocolate pudding cup. It had a white chocolate straw sticking out, there was powdered sugar sprinkled on top, and a cube of caramel was place along the edge of the square cup. The cashier handed it to him and said good day. Pyre paused, "Yes, Good day. Have a wonderful day sir." Pyre said. Pyre took his pudding and went and sat down at a table, he sat and looked out a window, people we walking by. They weren't thinking of whether or not they had to kill someone today, they were minding their daily business. Pyre felt stunned by this concept. He felt like a child again. Ever since he had been brought up by the Aurelle family, every living thought had been consumed by their thoughts. Pyre wasn't sure if he was always going to feel this differently, or would he adjust to his new life. Pyre clenched the spoon. So many things had been stolen from him, and he had stolen so much from other people.

Pyre hadn't gotten to experience love, hell, Pyre barely knew what he liked. So much had been consumed by his family. He was different, everyone that had survived that battle had a new life, they all needed to act on it now. Pyre certainly was.

Pyre finished his pudding and then sat there for a little while longer, he was reveling in his new freedom. He kept going over things he had never really gotten. Ashamedly, Pyre had never really had been serious with anyone. He had kissed people here and there, but it was for a mission. Pyre could not believe what simply beautiful things he had lost to this family.

Pyre walked out the door. Today was a new day, every marker of his old life was gone, he was going to enjoy his life as a new person, he would never look back. He would never event think of his life before that pudding ever again. The pudding was a second birth. Only he knew that, but he was different today, he wasn't shackled he had the choice to be himself now and he did not have to expect to be punished by anyone but by karma itself. He was free.

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