Not answered to mikaldas past

Previously

…But it was just the light. Just the afternoon sun, shifting through the blinds. Mikaldas looked back at the screen. The cursor was still blinking, patient and hungry, waiting for him to say the right thing in the right order. He took a breath, his fingers hovering over the keys, and he began to type the only truth he knew: the memory of the first time he felt seen, and the fire that had burned it all away.