SuFin-Look What You Left Behind

Part Ett

(SWEDEN POV) 

My eyes unlocked from a deep slumber to see the clock just barely strike 2 A.M. I grunted and sat up in one swift decisive motion. I held my head into sturdy yet quivering hands and peered off into the distance, as a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. Very precariously I removed my tear dappled glasses and rubbed my temples. Frustration suddenly began picking up with an expeditious speed. The memory's have all flood back to me that night the same painful story creeping its way into my mind. Reluctantly I allowed it to affect me clawing away like a yearning beast within. 

For it had only been 2 weeks since Tino had left me solitary. He was right to do so to, I knew after awhile the young fin would grow tired of me. Or perhaps it was my demanding presence; never exactly knowing how to act around the poor lad. For it was Independence he was longing for and that's what he got. Heavy hearted he left with Hanatamago our beatific pup, just barely giving me a rugged smile and then fled from the door murmuring something about being "to fragile". Just like that I had to explain to Peter and Erland, that Tino would not be coming home. But that didn't go as planned,shaking my head as I retold the story  I was not able to perceive the look that suddenly grew upon Peter's face. Within a fit of rage Peter ran out of the house demanding independence and respect. That was now 2 people I...care about..... that ran off into the irate snow storm. Peter had always loved Tino more, and I used to carefully ignore the fact knowing that one day it would turn around to get me. As for Erland he really didn't have a preference to which one left. He just prowled around the house looking for the Pokemon game cartridge Tino had taken to get Erland to engage in the family activities. My family had fallen apart.......

Abruptly I grunted getting twisted back into the agonizing appearance of the empty side of the room. By this time I was sitting up in bed and had began shaking violently. My veins bulged up and my heart beat pounded like a drum in my head. Silently cursing I wished for the warmth of Tino's breath. For he would have been at my side one arm slung half way around my shoulder, because the small fin could never seem to meet my physical size or strength, he was nearly half my size. His other arm would be enfolded with my trembling one very delicately running this thumb along the surface of my hand. At that very moment he would have leaned in softly and caringly telling me everything would be alright. His breath would dance along the icy air warming up the tips of my frosted ear and send shivers along my body. And in responds I would have ran my stiffened hand threw out his tangled blond mess upon his head, under his colorless white cap.But Tino was not here and nor was my children....I was all alone....again my intimidation must have scared off everyone I loved, Tino will never know my pain of grief. The pain of knowing he would never come back to me.