Athena
Seeing that he wasn’t saying a word, they left the room to give him some space.
“What is it, Son?” Charles motioned Azazel to sit in the chair before him. Azazel fumbled with his fingers. His anxiety was crippling at times. He closed his eyes and remembered her breathtaking smile. He slowly opened his eyes.
“I want a doll, dad,” Azazel blurted out, stunning Charles. “A doll?” Charles’s expression marred confusion and distaste for Azazel’s words.
“Yes, dad, a doll. Not any ordinary doll. A doll with purple eyes, dark hair, and a beautiful smile” Azazel remembered every single feature of her face.
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