Years. It's been years since the death of most of the family. Lots have changed in those many years, many decisions have been made in order to make things better. It was hard most of the time, which was why things needed to change.
Michael sat in his father's office, watching as he organized some things and packed others away. He silently stared at the floor as his father spoke, his words going in one ear and out the other. However, William
continued to talk, oblivious to the fact his son was barely listening.
"I would like to think that...Have you even heard a thing I said?" Michael snapped his attention upwards, giving his father a startled look.
"Sorry, I was just spacing out," He explained half truthfully, "I just can't believe you're leaving."
"Leaving? Who said I was leaving?"
"I thought that's-"
"That's why you should listen when someone's talking to you," Michael was only slightly embarrassed by the confrontation, "For the longest time my heads felt stuffy. Now it doesn't. So I'm just decluttering my things."
There was a deafening silence, the quiet being too loud. Michael stood up and stretched before walking over to his father and standing in front of him, preventing any further actions. They stared at each other, the room now completely silent.
"You're sick again. When's the last time you took your medicine?" William looked offended at the question but didn't respond. He went back to what he was doing minutes previously, or he tried to anyway.
"It doesn't concern you."
"It does when you're the only one I have left. I'm the only one you have left."
"I would've just offend myself twenty years ago.." He quietly stared to himself, his son shooting him a confused glare.
"What?"
"It doesn't matter. It's too stuffy in here, I need a break." The room was filled with silence after the door slammed shut, leaving Michael in a room with his thoughts.
William walked outside, a burst of fresh air hitting his pale skin. He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, carefully observing each person as they walked by. He liked to imagine each person's life, or how it would appear to be, anyway.
Tall, but not too tall for a lady. A little boy walking swiftly next to her, trying to match her stride. Her hair was neatly kept into a ponytail and her clothes were just as crisp. The boy looked nothing like her. His hair a deep chestnut and his big, round eyes a bright blue.
A man walked quickly past them, almost in a rush. He looked to be after someone, which peaked William's interest. He watched as the man ran up to another woman, gently grabbing her by the shoulder. She was startled but her face lit up with joy as they hugged. It sickened him.
Why couldn't he be happy? Why did bad things always happen to good people, though, he wasn't really referring to himself. He had deserved everything that happened to him, but the fact other people had to suffer made it intolerable. Maybe in some alternate universe where he wasn't fucked in the head, it could be like that.
Maybe it could be shiny and new, like an ocean flittering with the light from the warm sun. Like the ocean, it was undiscovered and deep, but playful and fun. Life could be so much better, he thought, if he had a slight change in the cards he was dealt.
His mind wandered to Lea. He thought about the times they walked down streets, like the one he was standing on, together. Just the two of them. Two grew to three in what seemed like no time. It was enjoyable, until it wasn't.
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Afton Family Scenarios
Fanfiction**disclaimers in first part** the afton's were always looked up to as a "model family". they were successful and appeared polite and well disciplined. visibly, there was nothing wrong with them. however, things were different behind closed doors. t...
