Alastor is a... intriguing person. His mother disappeared when he was young, leaving him, his brother, and father all alone. His father, Bernard, has trauma, so he wasn't ever there for him. Alastors father is a descendant of Greek blood, and knows...
Alastor sighed as he woke up, he was considering staying in bed the whole day. It was the faithful day he dreaded. Alastor let out a loud groan, he didn't wanna do anything.
Alastor turned towards his phone as it vibrated. He picked it up and saw a notification. It read:
"Happy birthday Alastor!"
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Alastor froze. The only person who had that photo was... mom. The photo had been taken a long time ago, when Alastor was a little kid. Way before his hair started to change. Alastor had grown to hate his younger self.
He hated him for being weak, for showing others his weakness. Alastor sighed, he saved the number but didn't reply. Maybe he'd need it later.
Alastor opened his calendar crossing out the day. January 1st, that was his birthday. He turned 17, just one more year and he didn't have to be held back by anyone.
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This was just supposed to be a really quick chapter about Alastair's birthday, anyways I've gotten over the difficulties I was having so hopefully there'll be more updates!
