"So, Mister Oxenstierna," Mr. Kohler began. "Berwald works for you in your shop?"
"Yes," Mr. Oxenstierna, or Fredrick, replied.
Berwald stat awkwardly next to Mathias as their parents made small talk. Mathias would occasionally slip his hand onto Ber's thigh and squeeze it.
"Oh, does Berwald have a girlfriend?" Asked Mrs. Kohler.
"Uh, he," Berwald saw his father and Mathias exchange a nervous glance. "No, he doesn't."
"Oh, well it shouldn't be to hard. He is a very handsome young man." Mrs. Kolher assured.
"Well, Berwald's gay." Mrs. Oxenstierna stated matter-of-factly.
An awkward silence drifted over the table. Berwald saw Mr. Kolher give his son a stone cold disapproving look. And then shift his gaze onto Berwald. Ber instantly shrunk back into his seat, hoping the man would divert his eyes into a different direction. Eventually, he looked to Mr. Oxenstierna.
"I guess working in a flower shop would turn a boy into a fag."
Berwald looked to the older man, then to his boyfriend. Mathias looked as though a part of him had just died. Tears brimmed his eyes, not one daring to slip down his face, his entire body shaking.
Mathias stood up. "Dad." He began. "Please don't say that."
"You're an adult now, Mathias. I can't prohibit you from working there. But," He gazed around the room. "If you love me, you will stop working at a place that promotes such sinful acts."
"No." Mathias refused to give into his father.
"Then you are no son of mine." Mr. Kolther said, tears falling down his cheeks. "You're probably a fag to, aren't ya?" He snarled at his son. "It's a good thing your going off to college soon, all the way out of this country, then I wont have to see you disgusting disgrace of a son for quiet some time."
Berwald could see everything around Mathias collapse. Leaving Mathias himself, barely standing.
Sorry for not updating in a while, I'm just a lazy lil shit. Hope you enjoyed the heart break and sadness Mathias felt. :^)
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The Boy In the Flower Shop
FanfictionMathias Kohler rushes to the flower shop to get a last minute mothers day gift, who he meets their is the center of some of his, um, unholy dreams. (DenSu)