I've always been haunted by the feeling of hopelessness and loneliness. Days and nights alone with just myself, Alfred, and a textbook with the lingering thought in my head that I would have to take my father's mantle one day. I always knew I was meant to be alone. I suppose that was I always clung so tightly to him and the thought of having a partner and a family. Now, I'm broken beyond repair. I guess my father was right.
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