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"We are writers, my love

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"We are writers, my love. We don't cry. We bleed on paper."

The map was now fully drawn in front of you

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The map was now fully drawn in front of you.

Eskelita, 4 states.

Inkam, Junam, Kiydnam and Lethyum.

All laid out in front of you, from every route and corner of it.

This was your home as it was your enemy.

You'd know it from the back of your head.

No matter how the people treated you from the past and the difference from the now, it still made your own heart feel bitter.

Yet you couldn't do anything, so you just sat with your own grief discreetly.

Didn't sob, and didn't wail.

You were just silent, yet you can still feel yourself bleed from the unstitched wound.

"You finished the whole thing." Alessandro looked down on your work, there was an impressed tone on his voice at the same time a shock in them.

"Y-yeah, thought I might since there's not much else I can do around here." You told him, scratching your arm sheepishly as your eyes continue to scan the map.

"Your father would be proud of you, you know.."

"I can't tell if he would-"

"Arda." Alessandro cut you off, "Despite your father doing those things to you, deep down he still cared about you. It's just, there are limits for a man to take. He was scared, and all he wanted was to keep you strong."

As he said those words, the scars from your back felt heating up, making you remember just every whip you had to take. All you had to endure just because he was scared.

Your father was many things, was.

"What if I didn't want to be strong, what if I wanted to be safe.." You were a child for Christ sake.

Your father would have avoided a lot of things, could've handed over his reputation, his power, his money..but that was hard for him to do, so he endured hoping for things would turn out his way but didn't know his loved ones were as well suffering in it too.

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