RydLove // Radek Rydl

Epilogue

The snow was falling outside the window. Harrachov looked beautiful during winter. I turned around to face the messy room once again. My parents were downstairs on their favourite rocking chairs, probably enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. They were married for almost 40 years now, yet I've never heard them arguing. Maybe because they were meant to be from the very beginning? I noticed the picture on the wall. It was a photo taken by my mum, dad was 50 years younger and posing in a glittery suit with his trophy. I know this one, it stands on the chimney. Dad says it's his lucky charm since it was the day he met my mom.

"Eliška, are you done? Róża wants to preheat the oven!"

"Almost there, papa! One more wardrobe."

I promised them to help with cleaning the cabin. They were too old to do everything by themselves. Unfortunately, my brother Radek Junior couldn't come and help me with that.

I opened the last cabinet when my jaw dropped. Among too many white socks, I was looking at the gun. I picked it up carefully. Yes, that was a Glock. Why do they keep a Glock in here? I also noticed the second weird thing – an empty packet from a Manner waffle. This makes no sense. I took both things and ran downstairs. I was panting while staying in front of my parents.

"MOM? DAD? WHAT IS A GUN DOING IN BETWEEN YOUR SOCKS?"

My dad smiled lightly and looked at my mom. She was holding her laugh. What's so funny?

"You or me, Radek?", she then asked.

"I'll take it, sweetie." And so my mum went to the kitchen. I looked at my father in disbelief. He smiled even wider and patted a place on my mother's chair.

"Siadaj mały kurwiu, opowiem ci jak poznałem twoją matkę."

// lmao cringe, why are you still here? //