The Last Of Us: A Forsaken Son

Fading

There were more creases on the paper, the letters slowly fading away, and the texture more tender than the original configuration of it.

He couldn't stop staring at the picture displayed on it. Along with the words, his fathers face was fading as well — to the point of unrecognizable.

Not even able to paint his father's face with his mind — He tried really hard to bring his dad's face back. but found no image conjuring in place. He then tried for his mom just to end with the same result.

Neuroticism overran him. Anger that sensibly and pragmatically couldn't be contained.

He wasn't mad at anyone but himself. What kind of son forgets the face of their parents? He couldn't help but to meekly sit in buoyancy with his indignation.

The sudden scream of Ellie brought him from a deep submerge in his bitterness.

Sam was on top of her, moving in a frenetic way. Almost like..

"Shit! He's turning!"

Joel was the only one to move as he ran towards his bag and get his gun. But Henry responded with a shot near Joel's foot.

"That's my fucking brother!"

Another shot had went off. The gun directed at Sam this time. From Henry's gun.

Ellie crawled away with shallow breaths. Joel catered to her before his attention went up to Henry. With the realization of what he did, weighing down on him to the point of tears.

Caleb was standing right beside him. He stared at Sam's now dead body with pure perplexity.

"S-sam..."

By the crack in his voice, you could hear the brokenness that lingered.

"Caleb." Joel called to him, his eyes directly on his and switching over to Henry with caution. "Come over here."

Caleb couldn't move his feet. His eyes then went to Henry beside him. He looked like he was having a hard time to breathe with the trail of tears going down his face.

At that point, Caleb could practically, but not literally, feel his pain and how poignant it must be.

Joel was painstakingly approaching Henry. Subduing him to lower his weapon as he's on the brink of a breakdown. But Henry couldn't be subdued, his emotions billowing out like a hindered toilet flush.

It all happened so fast — the gunshot, the blood, and the thump from his body falling to the ground.

Henry took his own life, unable to bear the weight of having to kill his own brother.

To Be Continued