His eyes are finally opened and he sees what I've been seeing this whole time, ruthless, merciless man. He sees himself in the image of his father, very controlling, full of hate and regrets. His reflection says everything but his hands say even more. I want to feel something other than suffocated. I want him to feel what I feel. Suffocated, alone, vulnerable, scared.
I look in his direction fearing the future. I caress his face in hopes he would feel my undying love for him and let me live my life not fearing him.
It's too late for me, I'll die by his hands and never love anyone as much as I have loved him and wanted to save him.
This entry is not for the ones who have survived but for the ones who died.
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Like Father, like son
General FictionShort story of a man becoming a man and realizing just how messed up his father made him out to be.
