POV change!
It's your favourite boy, Mr. Quackity
Oh yeah, and TW: depressive thoughts and self harm in the third and first person... yeah
Good luck ducklings!
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Alex Quackity was a liar.
He smiled at his father as he told him about his day, about the fun he had with friends, and the new stuff he learnt from his law program. His father loved to listen.
He told Alex it distracted from the pain.
Alex wished his papá had something to distract him in that magnitude. His pain was unbearable. Unmatched.
It clawed from the inside out, leaving poisonous trials in its wake. The raw pain hissed and yelled.
Alex thought he knew how to numb it. To mask it until he was alone in his room, the cover of darkness coiled around him like a snake hugging its prey to sweet death.
He thought he was doing well, giving his mother a soft smile while sitting on their living room couch. He laid his head on his sister's shoulder, yawning.
"How was your father, Alex?"
"He seemed good, mom." Quackity shrugged, picking his finger nails. "Why do you ask? Didn't you see him earlier today?"
His mamá sighed, her chest heaving. Alex pitied his mother. It seemed as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I didn't. I just... hate to see him in this state."
"But he's getting better though, no worries."
His sister tensed, letting out a sigh before resting her head on his. He could feel her ease into him, tension clinging on her shoulders and face.
"It... he is getting better. Physically." His mother flicked wisps of graying hair out of her face. "But... he is not feeling well mentally. Every time I visit him, he stresses about bills or us at the house without him."
She grabbed her mug of green tea on the coffee table, sighing at the earthy scent.
"And he's not wrong to worry. Money is getting hard to... deal with."
Alex was quick to jump in. "Well, I don't see why we can't open up the cafe again-"
"Alex, we can't. I've told you why." She clutched onto the warm mug, glancing around their living room. "I've been trying to get a job, since we can't live off of savings for so long. But, you know, it's hard since there aren't many job openings in the area..."
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~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~
Romance- - - Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started - - - "And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?" The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You m...
