He couldn't possibly understand. Looking at the man in front of him—this man he was supposed to call father—he felt only fear.
If you truly love, why not cherish it properly?
Excuses.
They're all excuses.
He didn't even want to argue with him, merely assuming he was having another one of his insane episodes.
After all, it wasn't the first time.
But today was different. The smile on the man's face faded slowly. The pain in his eyes remained, yet there was more—stubbornness intertwined with madness.
In that instant, the pressure on his neck made him almost believe death was imminent.
Yet the man was still roaring furiously, veins bulging on the back of his hand, "I'm speaking to you calmly—why won't you listen?"
Mad. Completely mad.
His face turned red, but his eyes never stopped glaring.
Within those resentful eyes, the man seemed to catch a glimpse of his deranged self. He snapped back to reality, his hands slowly releasing while trembling, reaching out to touch his face.
