Out here, Rohan could exhale and experience normalcy, not being the town’s spectacle. The fields gave him a sense of acceptance. It was as though nature was whispering reassurances to him, promising that everything would eventually align. In nature, everything had a purpose, and he did too. He held onto that thought… until things began to shift.
As the years rolled on and Rohan aged, his distinctive belly became an accepted part of his persona. The bullying dwindled, and the hurtful words lost their sting, or so he persuaded himself. Having heard them so often, he hardly noticed anymore when sneers and whispers followed him down the streets.