𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐗.

with his want out, he hexed him before he could do anything. he might be old, but he knew better.

“your mother is dead. you and your wife killed her.” he said as he turned his back to him.

furrowing his brows, he stood up and crossed his arms as he observed his son.

“you got the black madness, son. couldn’t have happened to a better person.”

“i know, but i felt like i never got enough time with irma when we were together and i don’t want to make the same mistake…”

learning his head up from his paper, he chuckled softly to himself. “your mother is dead, remember? are you going mad?”

“i guess i could do that.” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“i want you all to myself. i can’t help it.” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“but i don’t want you going away…” he frowned as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“what if i found you work? or you don’t work? we can travel the world.”

“what’s that?” he asked as he furrowed his eyebrows at her, sitting next to her.

indeed it is.

“i guess…” he said sheepishly as he looked down at her. “i just don’t want gross men coming up to you…”

“i kind of wish you didn’t have to share your body for the rest of the world to see.” he said with a little pout.

he gave her a warm smile as he placed his had over hers. it meant a lot to him that she wanted to do this. “i know. and i appreciate it.”

sighing to himself, he rubbed his hand against his face. “don’t worry… i have things planned out. i had a feeling this was the goal all along.”

standing back up, he shoved his hands into his pockets “i don’t recognize my own children anymore…”

of course.

what happened?

what is it?

“we cared about you.” he said calmly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down. “believe what you want to believe son. i’m leaving.”

absolutely.

sounds good.

“she did not hate you. i don’t know what druella has put into your head, but your mother adored you and forgives you for what you did to her.”

“son, she was your mother.” he shook his head, looking down for a few moments. “she’s proud of you.”

walking up to him, he leaned in to whisper into his son’s ear. “i replaced the flowers you left at her grave.”

most definitely.

then go right ahead.

yes.

looks lovely on her.

go ahead. do it.

it’s not. anyway, the portrait is in the house. he’s welcome.

his wife probably wouldn’t mind at all.