DANTEWords could not describe what he felt when it was her face that he saw as he opened his eyes in the morning. Flashbacks of the previous night flooded his memory and he could not help but smile to himself.Careful not to wake her up, he slowly got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. And it was not long before he realized that he did not know too many recipes offhand. So he brought out his phone and watched some short YouTube videos on easy breakfast recipes. He later settled for eggs, bacon, and toast that morning, making it to the best of his abilities. And together with a glass of orange juice and a napkin, he assembled everything in a wooden tray and took them up to his room. She was already up when he walked in with the tray of food. He placed it carefully on the bed and went to join her on his balcony. She was wearing the shirt that he had abandoned on the floor from yesterday, with his boxers too.He held her waist from behind and he heard her giggle. “Good morni
GENESIS[Two years later]It was a lovely time of the year to be on the beach. While Dante and Scar Face were at the shore with Elon, she was sitting on the sand with Sara. “So when are you going to tell him?” Sara asked, squinting at her. Genesis smiled as she responded. “Tonight. I can't wait to see his reaction.”“I'm sure he'll be so happy.”“Yes, yes.” Genesis nodded. “He's wanted this since we got married.”“We've all wanted this.” Sara laughed. “I've even been picking names out.”“Oh please.” Genesis chuckled. “Knowing you, you've picked out the most outrageous ones.”“Whatever.” Sara rolled her eyes. “I'll wait until we find out the gender to tell you my top choices.”Just then, Elon began to run to her, screaming, “Mommy, look!”He had found a cute seashell and he was running to show it to her. Since he started walking again about a year ago, he barely sat down. He was either running all around, making her chase him, or he was kicking things he was not supposed to be kickin
DANTEDante was aware that his son was full of surprises. The little boy said the most unexpected things, words that would jumble one's thoughts and leave one tongue-tied. He had a very unique pattern of thought, that young boy.Today, during their drive back home, the kid had asked a rather innocent question; yet, Dante had no idea how to answer his son. Even as he scanned some documents in his office, the question still floated in his mind, disturbing his peace. Now, he also felt sorry that the boy was in the position to ask that question."Daddy, when will I have a new mommy?" the boy had inquired from Dante.This question was rather different and milder than the intricate questions the little boy normally asked. But Dante would rather answer a million of those than the one thrown at him at that moment. How was he going to tell the little boy that he did not want to remarry? He was not so heartless as to blatantly tell the kid that he was not going to get a new mother.So, he had gl
DANTE[A few days later.]"El, I know you can hear me." He, in fact, did not know that, but he could only hope so. He held on to that tinge of hope with all he had. He could not bear the thought of living without his son. Even though the kid frustrated him sometimes, he was still his favourite person on earth.The boy had only opened his eyes twice since the accident, and he could only smile with his eyes whenever he locked gazes with his father. Even his gaze looked weak, one could tell that his vision was hazy. Dante hated seeing him that way."Please, come out of this for me." He pleaded as a drop of tear escaped his eye. But as he heard the door of the ward swing open, he immediately wiped that tear off. Nobody was allowed to see him cry."Sir." He heard the doctor say as he approached. He decided he was not going to respond, because any attempt to speak would have had him breaking down again, he could not let that happen. Instead, he acknowledged the man with a stiff nod and purse
DANTEHe had taken to having dinner with his son. The dining table was cold without Elon there with him. The boy was recovering beautifully, Dante could tell from the way he freely swallowed the spoonsfull of beans that the nurse was feeding him. A while ago, he would have moaned in pain and spat the food out.He even spoke more often lately, like now, he had faced the nurse with his prickly questions. At first, he had asked, "can I call you Jenny?"Dante thought this quite unusual. Not because his son was a broody, no. But because his son was not one to give out nicknames, not even he had a nickname from his son. When the nurse expressed her approval with a gentle nod and a smile, the kid mirrored her expression and told her, "you look more beautiful when you smile."Another unusual occurrence. Dante could not help but frown. Aside the fact that the boy had made a habit of asking the world's most uncomfortable questions, he also loved to indulge in what he called 'roasting'. Just a
GENESISShe found it strange that the people of this house rarely interacted with one other. Everybody just went about their tasks and only spoke to one another when it was absolutely necessary. There was no sense of togetherness in the household at all.Today in particular, it was even stranger, almost eerie. The silence in the house rang in her head and she could feel goosebumps sprout on her skin. If one looked at her close enough, they would see the hairs on her skin standing upright, that was how strange it felt to be in that house at that moment.She would have asked someone what was going on, but she was sure that nobody would respond to her. Since she arrived, nobody had spared her anything more than a glance, even her greetings had fallen to the floor and gotten trampled on.She did not knock when before she went in Elon's room and she soon realized that that was a huge mistake. A pair of bloodshot eyes had met hers as soon as she stepped foot in the room; that gaze had her ro
DANTEHe thought he was doing better; but, every year, this day would come and plunge him into deep sadness again. That sadness fueled anger and anybody that was not his son faced his wrath, either justly or unjustly. It was for that reason he had created a tradition to spend this day alone with his son every year. Nobody was to be around them.As he watched his sleeping son, he did his best to think of an answer to the question the kid had persisted with before falling asleep."Will I ever get a new mommy?" The boy had kept asking.Dante had dodged it by forcing the boy to gulp a glass of water and making him go to sleep. But he knew that once the boy woke up, he would be faced with the question again.The first time the boy had asked that question, he had fallen down the stairs before he could even get an answer. Now, Dante was not sure how he was going to dodge it this time. Soon enough, the boy began to stir on the bed, a sign that he was about to wake up. Dante held his breath, ra
GENESISIf she had been asked why she was back at that mansion, she would not have been able to give any tangible answer. She had originally decided to stay away from the man and his son in order to keep her sanity, but when she had thought deeper about the child, her heart melted and she was moved to return. But now, it was looking like she should not have let her emotions win. Dante's hard face was the first thing she faced immediately she walked into Elon's room. Again. Only thing was, this time, his eyes were no longer bloodshot and he did not look like he was going to shoot her brains out. He looked indifferent, like he could care less if she was there or not."Good morning, sir." She tried her best to not let her voice crack, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. But all she got was a curt nod before he rose to his full length and exited the room.She breathed. The stillness in the room had gone out with him, and it was now she became aware of the little boy's eyes scanni