TW: Suicide
The boy looked into the eyes of the man who killed his father. He was weak then, and now, all he wanted was to end this story filled with suffering.
I looked into the eyes of the son whose father I had killed. The sword, in its sheath, rested on my hip. The hilt was cool to the touch as I place my palm on top of it.
"You…It was you who killed my father." Maven said. "All that talk about how happy your family…Did you not know what you did to mine?"
When I didn't reply, he yelled, "Answer me, damn it! You knew, didn't you?!"
"How could I not? You look so much like your mother."
"Don't! Don't say things like that…"
The boy ran his hand through his messy hair. Dark strands that had once been pushed back now fell in his eyes. His now overgrown hair covered his entire ears, and he looked disheveled. It was a completely different look from when we first met.