Stray

After leaving from his father’s memory, Godwin clenched the book in his hand and didn’t speak for a long time.

Oliver stood in place a little nervously, holding his breath.

“I once thought that maybe he was ‘wrong’ from the beginning, but I never thought that he was so ridiculously wrong.” Godwin’s eyes were a little red.

In the shadow of the crime of killing his father, he once thought that he would never be able to reconcile with himself.

By the end of his father’s life, he was still not good enough, not perfect enough— Godwin was somewhat aware of his father’s almost pathological paranoia and tried to break the chain. Unfortunately, that chain had been rooted in his soul for too long, engraved with order and justice, and he was unable to do anything about it.

Until today.

His father was just another “person”. An ordinary human with bloodstained hands, confused and small just like himself.

“Brother…” Oliver seemed to want to pat him, but he didn’t know how to reach out naturally.

“Thank you, Oliver Ramon. The apology he left… is very, very important to me.”