Challenge 145 - TM

Oct 01, 2006 10:47

No one could understand how I hated my father. I think it darn near broke Auron’s heart to see how the tears I shed for my old man’s passing were not for him, but for my mom. I think it scared him that a child could be serious about his hatred. I was seven, and what seven year old can say they hate someone and mean it? Really mean it?

I didn’t mean it though, but I was such a good liar I had myself convinced.

I watched each of the Jecht Spheres we came upon with a hesitant air, but inside they got me, ya know? I shook my head vainly when Auron promised that my old man loved me, that he just didn’t know how to express it. I watched the spheres as he bragged on me, told Auron one day I’d be the greatest Blitzer Zanarkand had ever seen, watched as he begged Auron to find me and take care of me, be better to me than he was.

I held him in my arms before the final battle, and I told him. I told him I hated him and I watched his heart break in his eyes, and then I watched it restore when I told him I was glad he was my father.

I lied.

I don’t hate you, Old Man.

…I do love you.

….I just didn’t know how to show it.

Tidus. Final Fantasy. 232 Words.

theatrical muse

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