방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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It felt like a strong fist was closing over my beating heart, preventing me from functioning properly, my lungs unable to get any air. I couldn't fathom why I felt this way for my father. My father– who was flagitious and nefarious. How could I share any sort of sympathy for a man like him? Why did I allow my heart and soul to be afflicted with such agony? Romero did not deserve such perfervid emotions. I shouldn't dwell on his death. His penance was deserved, and well overdue.
Yet, when Yoongi informed me that he was going to kill him, I couldn't help but feel sad.
I wondered if my brothers felt the same.
Although Santiago tried to speak to me in the days following our encounter, I kept my distance. It felt strange. To speak with them as though nothing happened. I wanted to forgive them, and truly believe them, but that was difficult for me.
The last thing I wanted to think about was Yoongi killing my father, too.
Though he did harmful things to a plethora of people, including me, his own daughter, I couldn't look forward to this death of his. Would God approve of this?
I chewed my lower lip, pacing around, drowning in my thoughts.
"You think he feels guilty about everything he's done?" I heard Pablo question his brothers from behind me.
We waited in the living room area for Yoongi to give me the okay to see my father. Pablo, Matia, and Santiago all agreed to allow me to be the one to speak to him last. Apparently, they all already had a chat with him. I was the one that would be deciding to kill him off, though.
I heard Santi scoff. "No. You saw him down there. He had no remorse for anything. He doesn't even apologize for all the chaos he's caused in the passed few months."
"And I'm sure he's not sorry for killing mom." I heard Matia whisper.
I shut my eyes at that, keeping my head down.
I hate talking about my mom sometimes. I hate to think about the last minutes of her time here on earth. How harrowing it must have been for her to know that her husband, whom she once married out of love, was going to be the person who brutally murdered her.
"Yeah... he deserves what Yoongi has coming for him." Pablo agreed.
I kept my back facing them, unable to muster any courage to talk to them so nonchalantly. I was too busy fighting back tears from spilling past my cheeks, threatening to fall for that man I once called dad.
I wouldn't allow myself to cry for him.
Feel sadness, yes.
But, to completely allow him to control my emotions, and make me cry... no.
He's done all too much in his life, and now, his fate will catch him.
I needed to be especially coherent when I saw him. I had a few questions left for him to answer before he died. A few questions I hope he would answer properly and with honesty.
