Solitary Envy [Riddle AU]

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Riddle is drawing on paper using crayons. The paper was full of pictures of a child with both parents holding his little hands with a cheerful face. The grown man reading the newspaper at the dinner table is his father. His mother was the one who was cooking in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Riddle, time for breakfast!"

"Okay, mama!"

Enthusiastically answering his mother, little Riddle hurried out of his previous activity and headed for the dining room. The mother set the food on the table. Father put down the newspaper he had been reading and waved at Riddle to sit down. What a happy family, right?

"Today papa scolded mama to tears. What mama doing to make papa mad?"

Riddle, who was drawing in his room, could only hear his parents shouting downstairs. The black crayon scribbled on the paper Riddle was drawing.

"Ah... It's for mama and papa...."

Saddened by the draw being destroyed, Riddle pushed it aside.

"I want to play together with papa and mama."

Riddle muttered as he looked at his parents from behind his bedroom door.

Until one day, Riddle saw his mother make herself as beautiful as possible in the mirror. She seemed really happy. Will his father ask his mother out on a date?

Apparently not. Riddle peeked from behind the door of the house, a foreign man hugged his mother affectionately while laughing leaving little Riddle alone at home.

'M, maybe mama's close friend!'

Riddle thought innocently, the little hand holding the doll seemed to tighten. His father who went to work from the morning, he was lonely. Riddle was bored, he went out of the house to play in the playground that his parents often visited. But there is his father playing with a boy who looks a lot like his father!

'M, maybe he's papa's relative!'

Once again Riddle thought positively, he knew his parents loved him very much!

Right?

Riddle didn't care, he smiled. Started his own game with the doll he always carried with him. It was the mother's hand sewing. Two small children saw Riddle playing alone, no, with a doll. They looked at each other then nodded their heads. The glasses boy ran while waving his hand at Riddle who was (pretending) looking for his doll. Followed by a cat-like child behind him. They introduced themselves to each other. The one with glasses is called Trey Clover and the one who looks like a cat is Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker,

"Um, Arte what?"

"Just call me Chenya!"

And Chenya.

They also played hide and seek and other games together until the sun was about to set. Riddle is taught a game played by the crowd. Riddle forgot the problem that had previously filled his mind. The sound of screaming Riddle's name was heard by the three children who were lying on the ground.

"RIDDLE!! RID— There you are! Let's go home."

"But, mama—"

"Riddle."

Obeying his mother's orders, Riddle waved his free hand from his mother's grasp at Trey and Chenya who smiled broadly at him as they said goodbye to Riddle.

Several days had passed, this time his mother had openly told Riddle to stay home. Riddle wants to comply, but the doll is left on the playground!

Disobeying his mother's words, Riddle tried to exit with the back door for the animals. The normally closed storage door open slightly, curious as to what was inside Riddle went inside. There he found....

Her mother's photo with a foreign man before, but why does he look like that guy?!

The photo fell from his trembling hands. Confused and disappointed he felt. He wanted to go, go to a quiet place—

"Playground!"

Running from the house, Riddle held back a cry that was about to fall as he passed Trey and a shocked Chenya on the spot.

"Riddle!"

Riddle's mind had only one goal, the playground and retrieving the doll. Riddle's feet slipped as he reached for his doll which was damp from days of rain. He was sobbing because of the pain and feelings he didn't understand.

"I, it hurts...."

Wincing in pain, Riddle rose to his feet. He felt his life was empty. Have all this time his parents just played a role for everyone? He does not know. The pain faded away, hugging the doll. Ignoring the bleeding knee, he left the playground. Walking along the roadside, Riddle recalled their happy moments, going on picnics, playing in the sea, and the first day of kindergarten which his parents accompany him.

"Is it because I don't look like papa or mama?"

Little Riddle unknowingly walked towards the beach he usually went to with his parents. It feels quiet and comfortable. Maybe with this he can feel at ease right?

"The water is calm.... It's okay to take a little swim right?"

End

I'M SORRY HAHAHAHA