Needle Cushion by ButterScotch [NC-18]

''I was 19 when I left the Pitts for good.
Good riddance.
I am 27 now.
Eight years.
No calls, no messages, no nothing.
I cut it all off.
Swiftly.
Without so much as a backward glance.
There was nothing there for me. Never really was.
The world was my oyster.
And I planned on eating it all up.
Eight years and I was coming back for a visit.
To the Pitts of hell.''