Chapter 149: A discussion between father and son [2]
"He said he certainly does, Father," Azrael answered.
He blinked, feeling weird about something. Why does the place seem familiar, and that scene as well? He glanced around and noticed Knox standing next to him. He’s in a white tuxedo, with a boutonniere made of lavender and baby breath on his left chest, and looking ahead to the man wearing a liturgical vestment.
His light brown hair looked magnificent under sunlight. It made him look ethereal. His kind and beautiful façade, accompanied by the falling leaves that share the same shade of his hair, was like that of a fairy watching the season with dreamy and warm eyes.
Azrael stared at that exquisite beauty. A small smile tugged on his lips. He knew it was a dream. The dream he had before he met Knox again.
Before, Knox was tied and his mouth was taped. Azrael chuckled after remembering that old dream.
’By this time,’ Azrael thought, and slightly looked back, ’A child throwing the alarm clock will appear, who happened to be my son, actually.’
He waited. However, Knoa did not appear.
Azrael furrowed his brows and looked back to Knox. He was astonished to see him looking straight at him, with tears in his eyes. His lips moved, muttering something incomprehensible. Azrael’s heartbeat raced.
The dream changed. He should have known from the start.
He leaned closer and tried to understand what Knox was saying, then he was slapped with the words, ’You cheated!’
Azrael’s eyes widened. The wind blew strongly and all the fallen leaves flew to him, hindering his vision. He opened his mouth to speak, but he only ate leaves falling like confetti.