[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * ( Read more... )
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * ( Read more... )
He’s eighteen and he still doesn’t understand.
“Why did you do it?” he demands in his father’s office, so similar yet so different from the one in São Paulo.
His father stares back blankly. “Do what?”
“Don’t try to hide it, pai,” he glares at him, sick and tired of him never owning up to it, never talking about it. “I’m not stupid, I know about the soul removal.”
He continues to stare, eyebrows raised now.
“Why… Why would you do this? Why would you put us through this?”
“Stop yelling, Eduardo,” Eduardo hadn’t realized until then that he was even yelling. His heavy breathing probably should’ve clued him in though. “It was for the best.”
“For the best?” Eduardo scoffs, incredulous. “You thought that removing your soul would be the ‘for the best’?”
“Yes.”
“Oh yes please, inform me on how it was ‘for the best’, father,” he spits out, voice still raised.
“A businessman must not be compromised by trivial things like emotions.”
“’Tr-trivial’? ‘Trivial’?” he says, refusing to believe it. “You know what, pai? This, this, is the ultimate act of cowardice! Running away from your emotions?”
“I wasn’t running away from my emotions, I merely sacrificed them for success and our family’s well-being.”
“Well-being? Do mãe’s tears fall under that category? How does it feel to see her---oh wait, you wouldn’t know, would you?” His voice hurts and is a little hoarse from the yelling. “How much of your soul did they leave anyway?” He can’t help it. Morbid curiosity, he guesses.
“Two percent.”
“Jesus Christ, two percent?” he repeats, running a hand through his hair. “That might as well be none.”
“That was the point.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m so glad I’m leaving soon. It’s a good fucking thing that Havard’s so far away that I don’t have to put with your bull shit anymore," he breathes before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
When it comes time for his freshman year at Harvard to start, the only hard part about leaving home is leaving his mother.
“Mãe, you know you don’t have to stay for him,” he begs, gazing at her skinny, too skinny, face. “He won’t feel anything if you leave. He isn’t capable of remorse, you know that.”
“I have to,” she sniffles, eyes shiny with tears. “I still love him. I’ll always love him. Besides, what is he going to do when he decides to buy back his soul and I’m not there?”
“That’s foolish, mãe.”
“Well, the foolish have hope, and sometimes, that’s enough.”
When Eduardo finally leaves Miami, he feels like the sereia, leaving his former life, leaving his father, leaving his family, and entering a new world, a new environment and maybe, maybe he’ll find his prince.
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