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Stanley hated his hands.
He hated how rough and tough and calloused they were from all those months of digging holes. He hated how his skin felt even after all these years.As harsh as a desert.
He despised them,because they reminded him of how he wasted months of his life digging holes for a tyrant lady.
Zero,on the other hand,thought that Stanley’s hands were perfect.
Yes,they were rough.Yes,they were tough.Yes,they were calloused.
But they were perfect.
Zero’s hands fit perfectly into Stanley’s.Like two puzzle pieces.They just belonged together.
Zero loved the callouses because it means that they are not in Camp Green Lake anymore.That they survived.That they’re free to live.
He loved them because he loves every part,every facet of Stanley.Even the parts that Stanley himself hated.
Zero loved them everlastingly.
Zero loved intertwining their hands any chance that he got.Just to show Stanley that he didn’t care about how rough his hands were. That he would keep holding them no matter what.
And so they moved,rough hand in rough hand.
Forward,always.