all of the times we had
title: do you remember
fandom: mother 3
rating: k
word count: 713
summary: when there's nothing but memories left, it's hard to remember how you used to feel.
notes: huge spoilers from mother 3!
“I’ll be back later, Lucas. Did you hear me?”
The usually silent boy looked up at his father. He never had to listen anymore, really. His father only told him for the sake of not leaving without a word. He always said the same thing, but the boy nodded his head to let his dad know he wasn’t ignoring him.
“Good. Well, I’ll be leaving now.”
Flint put his hat on and didn’t waste another minute.
Lucas heard the door close, and once again, the house was empty.
Was this how home was supposed to feel?
The boy went over to the closet and placed his hand on the doorknob. He hesitated at first, but the door soon creaked open.
The first thing he saw was the pile of clothes that were chucked at the foot of the closet. His father had gotten so disorganized since his mother left. Otherwise, she would have fixed those dirty habits right away.
He then laid his eyes on the clothes rack. His clothes were neatly placed on the hangers, just like his mother had taught him. Next to them were a few dresses of different varieties. They were so unadorned and yet, his mother just had this charm and beauty that could make anything look incredibly stunning.
Lucas held the fringe of one of the dresses in between his fingers.
He remembered how soft it felt when he would stand on the peak of his toes, wrap his arms around her, and rub his cheek against the velvety material whenever his mother called for her sons.
The boy turned his attention towards the other side of the dresses and spotted his brother’s clothes. Claus’s clothes.
Lucas removed on of the shirts from a hanger and brushed it on his face.
It had been worn so many times that, even though it had been washed for old time‘s sake, still had his scent. A scent that had been mixed into the shirt from the plenty of times Claus had tripped face-first into the grass. It was a scent of nature. After all, the both of them had always been playing outside together.
Together.
The nostalgia hurt him so much, but at the same time, it was such a comforting feeling.
It made him remember the way he used to feel back then.
It wasn’t the feeling he had whenever he was outside trying to bond with his father who, nowadays, was usually lost in his thoughts and all the meanwhile, helping with the farm. No, that was something else. He didn’t know what that feeling was, but it certainly wasn’t what he was thinking of.
Lucas just couldn’t find the word he was looking for. It drove him crazy because he knew that if he had tried to vocalize the word whenever his mother and brother were still around, he would have known what it was right away.
But now the answer was unfamiliar and distant.
He couldn’t help but cry.
All of those years as a true family had been wasted. He couldn’t even name such a simple feeling. A feeling that used to take no effort or concentration.
Back when they were all…
And all of a sudden, the boy remembered it.
This word. This feeling.
It was silly that he had even forgotten it.
As the tears continued to roll down his cheeks, Lucas began to laugh at his own foolishness. The emotion was so obvious and yet, it had seemed so new to him.
He now knew how he had felt back then.
Back when his mother would brush his hair and, always with a smile on her face, remind him over and over again what a handsome young man he was and would be.
Back when his brother would act as a leader and dash ahead of him but still hold back enough as to not let Lucas get lost or fall behind.
Back when his father was not so indifferent and his parents would often mention that they loved him and his brother with every bit of their hearts.
It was happiness.
And when he remembered his family as they used to be, it really didn’t seem like such a complicated feeling after all. In fact, it almost felt completely normal.
fandom: mother 3
rating: k
word count: 713
summary: when there's nothing but memories left, it's hard to remember how you used to feel.
notes: huge spoilers from mother 3!
“I’ll be back later, Lucas. Did you hear me?”
The usually silent boy looked up at his father. He never had to listen anymore, really. His father only told him for the sake of not leaving without a word. He always said the same thing, but the boy nodded his head to let his dad know he wasn’t ignoring him.
“Good. Well, I’ll be leaving now.”
Flint put his hat on and didn’t waste another minute.
Lucas heard the door close, and once again, the house was empty.
Was this how home was supposed to feel?
The boy went over to the closet and placed his hand on the doorknob. He hesitated at first, but the door soon creaked open.
The first thing he saw was the pile of clothes that were chucked at the foot of the closet. His father had gotten so disorganized since his mother left. Otherwise, she would have fixed those dirty habits right away.
He then laid his eyes on the clothes rack. His clothes were neatly placed on the hangers, just like his mother had taught him. Next to them were a few dresses of different varieties. They were so unadorned and yet, his mother just had this charm and beauty that could make anything look incredibly stunning.
Lucas held the fringe of one of the dresses in between his fingers.
He remembered how soft it felt when he would stand on the peak of his toes, wrap his arms around her, and rub his cheek against the velvety material whenever his mother called for her sons.
The boy turned his attention towards the other side of the dresses and spotted his brother’s clothes. Claus’s clothes.
Lucas removed on of the shirts from a hanger and brushed it on his face.
It had been worn so many times that, even though it had been washed for old time‘s sake, still had his scent. A scent that had been mixed into the shirt from the plenty of times Claus had tripped face-first into the grass. It was a scent of nature. After all, the both of them had always been playing outside together.
Together.
The nostalgia hurt him so much, but at the same time, it was such a comforting feeling.
It made him remember the way he used to feel back then.
It wasn’t the feeling he had whenever he was outside trying to bond with his father who, nowadays, was usually lost in his thoughts and all the meanwhile, helping with the farm. No, that was something else. He didn’t know what that feeling was, but it certainly wasn’t what he was thinking of.
Lucas just couldn’t find the word he was looking for. It drove him crazy because he knew that if he had tried to vocalize the word whenever his mother and brother were still around, he would have known what it was right away.
But now the answer was unfamiliar and distant.
He couldn’t help but cry.
All of those years as a true family had been wasted. He couldn’t even name such a simple feeling. A feeling that used to take no effort or concentration.
Back when they were all…
And all of a sudden, the boy remembered it.
This word. This feeling.
It was silly that he had even forgotten it.
As the tears continued to roll down his cheeks, Lucas began to laugh at his own foolishness. The emotion was so obvious and yet, it had seemed so new to him.
He now knew how he had felt back then.
Back when his mother would brush his hair and, always with a smile on her face, remind him over and over again what a handsome young man he was and would be.
Back when his brother would act as a leader and dash ahead of him but still hold back enough as to not let Lucas get lost or fall behind.
Back when his father was not so indifferent and his parents would often mention that they loved him and his brother with every bit of their hearts.
It was happiness.
And when he remembered his family as they used to be, it really didn’t seem like such a complicated feeling after all. In fact, it almost felt completely normal.