I had decided: once I can speak, I'll tell them the truth. I practiced making noises every day until I was capable of somehow pronouncing those words.
« I'm not your son ».
I was alone in the room as those words came out again and again from my mouth. Every time I imagined them there and told them those words. I was waiting for the occasion.
...
The occasion was there but I never did it.
I'm a coward.
Just like my father...
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It was a rainy day when an object flew out of a house's window, braking it and letting the voices of the people in side the house out of between the shattered glass.
Screams and cries could be heard as a man walked out of the door into the rain, passing next to the lake and fixing his eyes on the horizon before suddenly walking to his car and getting in.
Bare feet splashing the mud underneath them rushed to the man and small hands grabbed his legs.
« Dad dad! Don't leave please! I'm sorry! Don't leave take me with you! You promised dad you promised you'd stay with me! I'm so sorry! »
« NOAH! »
A name was screamed by a woman who had almost no voice left due to all the substances in her body. It was the name of her son. She screamed it knowing the face it would make him do. Knowing how frightened he was to hear his own name coming out of her mouth.
« COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! »
The child was clenching on the man's legs, begging and begging not to abandon him. But the man was a coward. He pushed the child back and looked as he weakly crumbled in the mud with his mother running to him with a dangerous intent.
The door of the car was closed and the child wasn't visible anymore. He started the car as, from the corner of his eye, he saw the woman violently hitting something he didn't want to see.
He drove away. Away from that crazy woman that spent all of his money on drugs, away from that child that made him feel so humiliated. Away from all responsibilities. He would never see it again, how his offspring was being slowly killed and covered in more and more marks every day he came back from work.
That child was not part of his life anymore. Those marks neither. And what his wife's lover has done to it's body neither.
That dirt was out of his life now.
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« Amiel! »
A beautiful child was looking at me with concerned eyes.
« Why aren't you crying? Mommy said she's worried because you're not crying ».
I looked at his mesmerizing eyes and felt even more sad.
« I know! You're strong! That's why! Dad told me that if I fall and hurt myself I shouldn't cry if I'm strong ».
This beautiful soul.
If only I could bring your real brother back. If only I was worth you. I won't be like my father, even if I'm a coward like him, I at least will try to keep my promises to you. Always.
I'm sorry for deceiving you, Gregory.
I will do everything to make it right one day...
One day.
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Hero's Dead Brother
FantasyAfter living a life full of pain, Noah is given a new chance. He is reincarnated as the child that was supposed to be dead at birth, the protagonist's little brother from a fantasy novel he read before he died. He will learn magic and live a life...
