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New Beginning

Just going to start right away.

Sorry if anything is confusing or spelled wrong, I wrote this late at night and kinda rushed it </3

Enjoyy ♡

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Arlo Hart.
     

20 Years old.
      

Cyber Detective.

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Two years ago,
18 years old.

   
        
He wished he knew what he was getting into when he joined this organization.
     
         

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"Going to work again, Arlo?" His mother asked.
      
             
"Mhm."
         
       
"They sure are booking you a lot..." His mother sighed, "just like my old job did."
       
           
"I'm taking the extra shifts." Arlo said, putting his other shoe on, leaving.

He closed the door behind him. Standing there for a moment.
     
         
This was one of the last times he was going to walk out this door for a while...
        
        
.
      
           
He had just come out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and to his bedroom.
       
         
He stared at the boxes laying around. All packed with his things.
         
    
       
"Almost got everything packed?" His father suddenly asked, making Arlo turn around.
   
      
"Mhm.."
     
   
"Alright," and that was it.
       
       
His father had grown more... "cold" lately. To anyone. Maybe not cold per say, but he definitely did act different.
     
     
He used to be so involved in stuff, but of course, a accident happened and here was this.
      
     
The said accident was... well, a attack going on in one of the many streets, and Arlo just so happened to be there.
      
      
It was a street that he went down everyday, it was safe at the time before the attack spread there.
     
     
It wasn't his fault.
      
      
He got called careless. Being asked why he went down there in the first place.
     
    
His father was too busy scolding... which is understandable, but... Shouldn't he be more glad his son is alright...?
     
      
Arlo had apologized again and again, but his father dismissed it, saying everything was "stressing him out."
     
    
Claiming Arlo was a "careless child" all his life. Not paying attention. Maybe not even good enough for him. It was all weird, maybe it was just the stress talking. Maybe he was just worried about his son and just saying things.
    
      
But honestly, it felt like he's been kicked out of his life.
     
     
That's probably a stretch, but that's what it definitely feels like.
     
     
His father doesn't talk to him with so much pride anymore. It barely even shows sometimes.
      
       
     
That was three months ago now... at least his father still came to his graduation...
     
    
Now with Arlo moving out, that bond only seemed to break more. Another careless act on his part in his father's book maybe.
    
    
He never knew something like that could've broken something so precious...
     
     
Or maybe he was just overthinking everything and his dad was going through something.
     
     
Then again... his father never did try to fix their relationship... only getting mad at Arlo for small... careless things.
     
    
He sat down on his bed, laying down.
     
     
He heard footsteps walking into his room, then stopping.
     
     
He turned his head to see a little better.
     
     
"Feeling alright?" His mother asked, looking around at the boxes.
      
   
"... yeah.." Arlo replied, sitting up.
     
     
"Everything is almost packed up! My you sure are quick," His mother laughed, moving some boxes around before grabbing a empty one.
    
     
"... do... I– do you think it's... alright for me to move out now...?" Arlo asked, watching as she put some things into the box.
      
       
"Hm? I'm not sure, whatever it feels like to you, dear." She said and Arlo hummed.
      
      
"I don't know..." Arlo mumbled.
      
      
His mother looked up at him for a moment, smiling softly, "you do what you think is right, take this as... getting more peace for yourself, you'll be able to work more freely that is!" She said, going back to the box.
    
   
"... would you miss me...?" Arlo asked quietly.
    
  
"... of course I will, Arlo. So will your sister."