09-12-2018, 12:38 AM
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I’ve never had a father growing up. Dad died when I was young, returning to whatever hole he crawled out of to return to whatever part of hell he claimed to have control over. I didn’t believe in his stories too much, finding them too grandiose to be true... but shit, he was a better father than Lirim could ever be, and losing him seemed like the first push that led me down this sorry spiral I call my life. South always helped me, made sure that I got by... but in the end their brotherly affection could not replace the need to be... wanted. To be guided, told that I can become something good if I just tried hard enough.
Never had someone like that, still don’t to be honest. I’m getting too old to hope for second chances or for someone to take me under their wing. People die young these days, and I’m one of those “lucky” ones who managed to keep their life for longer than two years at most. Still, it seems like the world is either taking pity on me or throwing another bone my way that it’ll eventually take back regardless.
I don’t know I can call Gabriel a father; I barely know the guy despite our little chats and how much easier it is to talk to him than with others. I can tell he doesn’t buy into my bullshit, and he probably knows that there’s something significantly darker brewing underneath the show I put up... a part of me hopes he’ll dig it up, if only to free me from a burden I’ve carried for years now. Another part of me, the wiser one, is telling me to run away before life decides to fuck me over yet again.
My luck has a funny way of running out. Too many friends of mine have died by my hands, and I don’t want to add another to the list if I can help it. I just hope the old man is smarter than me, and realizes I’m a lost cause before he decides to get invested in my future.
I’ve never had a father growing up. Dad died when I was young, returning to whatever hole he crawled out of to return to whatever part of hell he claimed to have control over. I didn’t believe in his stories too much, finding them too grandiose to be true... but shit, he was a better father than Lirim could ever be, and losing him seemed like the first push that led me down this sorry spiral I call my life. South always helped me, made sure that I got by... but in the end their brotherly affection could not replace the need to be... wanted. To be guided, told that I can become something good if I just tried hard enough.
Never had someone like that, still don’t to be honest. I’m getting too old to hope for second chances or for someone to take me under their wing. People die young these days, and I’m one of those “lucky” ones who managed to keep their life for longer than two years at most. Still, it seems like the world is either taking pity on me or throwing another bone my way that it’ll eventually take back regardless.
I don’t know I can call Gabriel a father; I barely know the guy despite our little chats and how much easier it is to talk to him than with others. I can tell he doesn’t buy into my bullshit, and he probably knows that there’s something significantly darker brewing underneath the show I put up... a part of me hopes he’ll dig it up, if only to free me from a burden I’ve carried for years now. Another part of me, the wiser one, is telling me to run away before life decides to fuck me over yet again.
My luck has a funny way of running out. Too many friends of mine have died by my hands, and I don’t want to add another to the list if I can help it. I just hope the old man is smarter than me, and realizes I’m a lost cause before he decides to get invested in my future.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden