" From now on, I will be your new father. " He said. " I will never ever leave you, dear. "
" Is that a promise? " You were hopeful. Hopeful that he wouldn't lie to you and to promise you that he wouldn't leave you.
As if he really meant it, he em...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. to which the man who stood up as your father, the man who changed your life for the worse, arrives at his final destination, towards his death on one supposed normal day where you visit a village you've once went to back back when you were young.
Warning: character death, degradation towards lower class.
Half-proofread.
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" Your breathing affects your aim. It's not only your hand that affects it, in fact breathing affects everything, overall. With a ragged breath, your hand will shake. Having them shook will make you lose the chance to catch a perfect aim to your victim. " Calloused fingers guided your own small and soft ones to the trigger of the weapon. He let you move your head for some seconds and watched as you eagerly focused on your breathing. Dominant fingers on the trigger while the other held on to the forearm of the gun, eyes focused, one eye fluttering close.
Inhaling a breath, everything was steady. You breathing, your hand, the gun and your entire being. The large trees that surrounded you had their leaves shuffling with the presence of the wind, the air grew sharper and you halted your finger just as when you were about to pull the trigger. Your victim, a red deer had its head snapping with the mere brush of leaves. With breath bated, you were careful not to make the animal aware of your presence, stopping your body from shuffling as you turned your head to the man. He had a determined look in his eyes as he nodded his head, he mouthed encouraging words trying Make a good shot through it and you'll have venison steak for dinner and a head for decoration in your living room. This would be your first kill and you were confident that you'd be making the shot. You were more than eager to make your father proud.
You exhaled a quiet sigh and closed one eye once again, your hand firm on the forearm of the gun as your finger touched the trigger.
The wind calmed themself then you pulled the trigger.
The sharp sound of the bullet was short lived as it hit, not a flesh — but a tree instead. A flock of birds appeared from behind those gigantic trees.
You stood up from your position with a defeated body language as you watched the animal run for its life.
" Don't worry, darling. You'll be able to kill one, one day. "
Your outdoor boots clicked against pavement and with the sky lacking the sun in its highest peak - thankfully, an uncomfortable bead of sweat was not there to cause any sense of discomfort. There was relatively the essence of tranquility as you paced through the still quiet street. You had been craving solitude for the past few months. Having many people surrounding your life all the time, with some causing distress to your life - this mere walking through this silence would be your nonliving succor from the recent predicaments that have happened.
