Wheeling Gull Isle i hate the air he breathes

He frowned even deeper.

His chuckle was without humor, with no emotion, a breath of sharp air.

No he won’t. His lip curled up and showed his teeth, but it wasn't an aggressive gesture.

He has a new wife, a new family no doubt, I am not needed. My father..my father does not need to see me as I am. I am not the son he needs. To his own horror, tears were in his eye, but he quickly swallowed against the want.

Better for him to be able to try again without a shadow lingering.