laundry love [completed]

t w e n t y e i g h t : funeral formals

"ira, i'm asking you for the last time. how. did. your. father. die?"

"i was six and he took me to the tenth floor. he was a construction builder, you see? h-he told me that he was going to jump and that superman would catch him and take him to louis lane, his girlfriend. it was a joke between us, a joke that went wrong." a b r e a t h .

"..."

"t-the only thing is that: he couldn't do it himself. so the manipulative coward told me to. and i-i did it. without a doubt, without a question. i just p-pushed him." a g a s p .

"..."

"i didn't kill my father, adrian. he made me kill him." a s o b .

"come here, ira."

"..."

"..."

"d-don't touch me. i'm a m-murderer. h-how can you bring yourself to even touch me?"

"shush, baby. it's not your fault."

"but it is, isn't it? in a way, eventually one way or another, it is my fault."

"..."

"..."

"i love you, ira."

"i killed my father, adrian. i k-killed my father."