Chapter 72: Flower
Later that evening, Atlas stood by the window, the fading sunlight casting a warm glow over the town. He picked up a bouquet of flowers and a small candle, then set off toward a quiet place he called a memoir.
The air seemed to embrace him as he walked, the breeze carrying a soft, comforting touch. Leaves danced in the wind, and the sky was painted in hues of blue and gold.
When he reached the grave, he knelt and placed the flowers and candle beside it. The name etched into the stone read Keevin.
Atlas smiled softly as he began clearing the area around the grave. His hands moved methodically, but his heart felt strangely light. He wondered why he didn’t cry this time.
“Keevin, I miss you,” he said quietly.
The wind rustled the leaves as if answering him.
“It’s been a year since you’ve gone,” Atlas continued, sitting beside the grave. He held the bouquet in his hands, gazing at the flowers. “I picked the ones you loved—the ones we grew together. Remember? Hahaha. That time you sulked because I accidentally cut one down?” He laughed, the memory bringing warmth to his voice. “But hey, I grew them again.”
Atlas stayed there, pouring out his thoughts and feelings. Words he had kept locked away now spilled freely, filling the quiet space. As the sky turned scarlet, he knelt once more.
“Keevin, thank you for everything,” he whispered, his voice steady but laced with emotion.
He stood up and turned to leave, but as he walked back, he spotted a familiar figure swaying unsteadily.
“Dad, are you drunk again?” Atlas called out, shaking his head in amusement.
“Oh, look! It’s my son! Ahahaha!” Gildarts roared with laughter, his steps unsteady. “I think your father is drunk!” he added with mock seriousness.
“Well, it sure looks like it,” Atlas replied, a smile tugging at his lips.
Father and son walked home together, the quiet warmth of family filling the evening air.
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FantasyIn a world where whispers of the legendary "Heartmiller" family echo through the ages-rumored to possess unimaginable power accessible through their blood and heart-a young wizard named Atlas Heartmiller survives a brutal attack that claimed his par...
