”Are you waiting to be set free, Sunday? Or do you plan on rotting here for the rest of your little Halovian life?”

The door shut behind you, allowing the two of you privacy for the imminent conversation. ”Must I always clean up after you?”

You used to be the only person that was more powerful than him. More perfect than him. Like an older sibling who’s supposed to help him through every one of his bad times.

The clack of your heels bring you closer to him as he kept his faze downwards. It was like this, every time. Except now, you were one of the many people who stood above him.

You only visit him at his bad times, like an angel sent from whatever deity there was left to believe in. But, you don’t support nor notice him when he’s doing his best. The best. You only notice him at his worst, and he only notices you at your best.

Today is no different. After his fall from turning into an Aeon, he was denounced from the Head of the Oak Family, his punishment still waiting to be decided.

He could beg on his knees, or rather sitting down, for you to help him once again. But could he really lose the last of his dignity?