Sylvester’s mother was out tending the runes.
She cared more about them than him anyway.
His father had dropped him off and all but fled.
Not that Sylvester cared. Not really.
And if he told himself often enough, he might even believe it.
Fantasy Romance
Sylvester’s mother was out tending the runes.
She cared more about them than him anyway.
His father had dropped him off and all but fled.
Not that Sylvester cared. Not really.
And if he told himself often enough, he might even believe it.
OMG! The last phrase… I could see him pretending it’s alright, from the start, but the last phrase? I just needed to hug him!!!
Brilliantly written, Elizabeth!!!
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He needs a hug. So glad you liked it!