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He glanced out the window as the bird that had been perched on the tree branch flew up and into the unknown. He wished he had such courage, but it had been so long since he had been care free, since he had been able to live without routines, rituals and perfection.
He knew that the world wasn’t perfect, that his urge to keep everything in symmetry wouldn’t save people form pain, it wouldn’t bring back his beloved, it was too late for that. She could never come back, and although he tried to hide those thoughts from himself, deep dow.n he still blamed himself.
To combat this he had promised himself that he would do everything in his power to bring people who had done wrong to justice, and he knew this was truly were his obsessive nature had taken hold, that this was why he noticed what others missed. He wanted to stop tragedy, but all he could do was stop further heart ache. The logic in him told him that this was better than nothing, but as he watched the bird fly away, he resigned himself to the fact that he would never be free of OCD till the world could fly like the bird and be free from tragedy and heart ache