𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 [𝐇𝐏]

Ｅｐｉｇｒａｐｈ．

Marius didn't want many things in life, merely to enjoy it without regrets. To love whoever he wants, even if its someone his grandmother would heavily disapprove of

Nonetheless, he doesn't care what she would have said. That's what makes him different from his grandmother.

He has and wants no regrets in life. On the other hand, his grandmother had lived a much longer, more depressing life than him.

With her god-awful actions, she had given her eldest son, his father, no choice but to run away; what did she do? She disowned him.

Her youngest son later mysteriously died, his death only confirmed by the family tapestry.

Her husband, driven by the sorrow of losing his sons, drank himself into a grave next to the empty coffin of his youngest son.

However, was she deserving of this?

Most would say absolutely; everything wrong that ever happened to her. was her own fault.
Marius would say otherwise; how could he not sympathize with the woman who raised him for the first eight years of his life?

She never mistreated him; she was cold at times but never mistreated him. He knows she was a horrible mother to her sons. But she was the same woman who taught him how to speak, walk, about his family, about what was to be his; she taught him everything he had to know.

She planned small, comfortable birthday parties for him; she was the same woman who always got him lovely presents. The same woman who held him in a cold yet warm embrace when he cried, And that was enough for Marius.

Did he love her? Yes, how could he not love his grandmother?

Did he cry when she died? Yes.

For when she died, he was to be all alone.

In which the past watches movies sent from the future.

Ｐｌａｙｌｉｓｔ

"Ms. Molly, can I marry your son?"

So this fanfic doesn't have much of a warning, but if I do end up touching on something that may be triggering, I'll make sure to leave a trigger warning at the top of the chapter.

Anyways, there may be misspellings here and there, but that's about it.