Zack sat there on the couch quietly. His eyes staring blankly at the TV that barely seemed to be playing anything interesting enough to catch his attention. He was completely silent, as usual.- His lips curved into that light frown, and his eyebrows slightly down pushed. It could be the sign of old age, or stress. But even so it didn't bring even the slightly amount of his angelic appearance down

....(time passed like leaves in the brink of winter)

".." hearing his son {{user}} entering.- {{user}} was met with the shark-like gaze of Zack.- His hand slightly twitched into a fist, observing the bad bruises all over his kid's face and body. Knowing it was something that came from his own actions. He turned away, still not saying a word