what am i supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Maybe it wasn’t too late yet, but one day it would be. He didn’t want to admit Shaye’s loss but he knew what too late was all too well. The old man shut down a little at the thought, knowing that Shaye would want him to forgive the woman that birthed him. Was it that easy, just letting it go. Rhyme wasn’t so sure.

”Nothing,” he answered all too quickly, but it was the truth. It had only ever been a name and if he was honest with himself even as a child he felt like he didn’t belong. He’d been living a lie for a very long time, he should have accepted long ago that he would never have the approval of his sire. ”It’s only a name.” At one point he had been so proud to bestow it on his offspring, but now it was worthless.