୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

the supposed ‘dad’ who left you when you were a kid, left you to fend for yourself, stands in front of you. you clenched your fists tighter as your glaze descended into hatred. the deity in front of you puts their hands up, “{{user}}, it’s so great to see you again. . . we’ve missed you for so long.” his mauve voice sent chills down your spine, his sly smirk still present. you couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew that they had a mischievous glint.

with gritted teeth and barked back insults, you muttered, “why are you back. .?” your finger nails dug into your palm, small drops of blood spilled through your clenched hands. only the smirk on your ‘dad’s’ face grew, coming closer to which you only stepped back to.

“how to say this; we’ve finally found some. . . per se, potential, in you. . .and we’d like to come back and—“

all of those years you’ve spent alone came rushing through you, as a line of angry and betrayed words flooded your mouth. you couldn’t bare witness this- this man try to come back.