Not me having stopped uploading the story because I thought that Wattpad would delete everything. I'll still check up on that news because I know that those who told me that weren't lying. If Wattpad deletes this shit then I'm done and I don't care.
It's also been a long time since our favorite character's point of view 😍
Alon's POV
When he entered the house I immediately stiffened. It's time for the confrontation.
Father.
Everyone felt his presence when he entered but what really scared the others was the woman behind him. I'm not surprised.
I was gonna stand and welcome them but father started before I could say anything, "Alon, come with me. We need to talk," he headed upstairs to my room and when he reached the staircase he turned around to face me again, "about Hermes."
No not this. Please.
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4531 years ago
"Alon stop playing around with bugs, they're disgusting and they don't compliment your beauty in any way," Father said.
I could never tell if he was angry, tired or happy with me, he always has a smile on when I look at him. It's confusing.
I tilted my head in confusion, "Are you angry at me?"
He shook his head, "No I'm disappointed."
"But you're smiling so you're happy right?"
He tried to stop the smile but it stayed and instead turned into a very weird looking frown-smirk?
"Do I look like I'm smiling now?" He asked.
"....Yes."
He sighed in frustration, "Give me your hand, we're going to Hyperborea."
I delicately dropped the Grasshopper and quickly grabbed father's hands. They were always so big and warm compared to mine, I loved it. He held on tighter to my hand and flew straight to Hyperborea. Father always told me that one day I'd be able to fly just like him and that one day we'd be able to fly in the skies together.
"Father?" I called to him.
"Yes?" He answered.
"Are we still gonna fly together when I'm old enough? What if we aren't together or what if we hate it each other in the future?"
He didn't answer for a few seconds and I felt the tears stinging in my eyes, I don't want father to hate me, I love him.
I stayed in my little sad world until I heard him snickering, "Is that what you're worried about? Of all the things that your imagination could make you think, that's what you get? Wow," He kept on laughing at some unknown joke in the air, "Alon, there's nothing on the surface of the world that could make me hate you and I'm sure you feel the same way......wait you feel the same way right??"
I hit him with all the strength that I could muster and looked away, I don't need to answer that question. Of course I do.
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Present
Look where we are today. The same feelings but apparently it's the love that tore us apart. I never believed in loving someone too hard but Father and I are the living proofs of that, should we let finally let go? Should we finally stop trying? Stop caring? Would it be less painful?
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