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Chapter three -QUIRK PT. 1-

THIRD P.O.V

Today was the faithful day for Hizu, it was his fourth birthday, but it was also his mother's death-day.

It's one of the things that made him hate his birthday.

He may have never met the women, but he knew that since he was born he took a persons-warmth- away, he killed someone and no one can try to change his mind on that matter, you may try to persuade him, saying that it was because the women was ill, or that it's natural, and that he had no choice in the matter.

But to him if-if he wasn't born, then that person would've been alive, even for a couple more days if they were sick, he had cut someone's life short and he's sad- no mad about that.

His father never mentioned the women before

-his wife, his women, his lover, his world-

There were no pictures of her, and Hizu knew that it was removed because of him, he wasn't exactly sure why, it could be because his father felt saddened seeing the pictures or the more plausible reason was because he didn't want Hizu to see it and asked about the women.

You know, he doesn't want to tell him about his love to the one that killed her-

Another reason why Hizu hates his birthday was because of his dad, don't get him wrong, his dad was his everything, the light of his life!

But on that day, he wasn't as cheery, he wasn't as bright, and he felt colder, he was faking his happiness every time that day came.

To others it was his dads everyday self, but Hizu knew, he always had a good eye for people hence why he was able to pick out the fakes in his friend groups when he was Liam, and considering his old world.....he didn't have much friends.

Hizu knew that his dad was faking his cheeriness, and Hizu felt bad.

But even so Hizu didn't comment on it, if acting like usual was what his father wanted, and what made him happy to an extent, then Hizu wouldn't stop it or even mention it.

If this is the way for his dad to heal, he won't stop the process.

But then he'll hear giggles and sobs mixing into one.

Then the sweet-sweet smell of liquor overtakes his senses.

His mind reels as he wants to have one sip.

Just one sip, he promises that it'll be one sip-

His desire for the liquid overclouds his reasonings for a moment.

Than he hears the lovingly-longing whisper of a broken man as he called out to the dead, hands grasping a picture frame.

And then he realized where he was and eyes drift to his favorite warmth.

His heart clentches at the tears that spills from his eyes.

He wants to go to him.

He wants to wrap the man in the finest, comfiest, warmest blankets, so his body wouldn't tremble as he touch that one picture.

he wants to wrap his body around his bigger form and whisper sweet nothings in his ear so he wouldn't be crying as he stared at the picture.

But then he remembers that he was the reason for this in the first place.

And so he leaves so the man can mourn.