End of the line

Emile · Updated 04/30/23:

Emile practically sagged into his father's embrace, it was the comfort he'd been craving for so long was almost overwhelming and the boy felt more shuddering sobs wrack through him, the emotion sweeping him away faster and further than he'd ever could have imagined. His father spoke and Emile's own guilt would mirror his father's he had known his father was suffering when his mother had left but he had had no way of knowing the depth of his father's grief... And what losing his mate must have meant for him.

His father pulled back slightly and extended an olive branch, his father speaking about how maybe not even being forgiven and Emile shook his head. His voice struggling to break free from his chest. Emile wasn't certain he was even still angry at his father but it felt hard to speak it into truth, the resentment was still there but softened and he knew that even if not right this moment he would forgive his father. He wanted to say he loved him but that was even harder, it was too real, saying it would give that feeling power. And if that feeling at power it meant he could be shattered all over again. So he couldn't say it. Instead he turned watery gaze towards his father and said the only things he could: "I wwwwant your h-h-h-... help."
"Speech"

Art by Sigath

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