ext_145206 ([identity profile] yumiboo.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] rionaleonhart 2012-03-29 09:34 pm (UTC)

The Waterloo Games - Part Three

The rocking stopped. Josh's foot cawled back underneath the desk, and he remained silent. Tom closed the door, and walked over to his desk, crouching on the ground in front of Josh. And Josh looked so scared, and so fearful of everything, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was red and puffy. His hair was a mess, but then again, it always was a mess and that's how Josh seemed to like it, and his uniform was scruffed up, and he looked more and more like the child that Tom missed growing up; the child whose first steps and first words Tom missed, and Tom could kick himself day after day for the days that he missed and the monsters late and night he couldn't chase away, but seeing Josh this scared - this obviously petrified and alone - made a lump crawl into the back of his throat that threatened to choke him. Josh looked at Tom, "Dad, make it go away. Please. I-I can't take it anymore."

And Tom dragged his son over to him and they hugged, Tom trying to comfort him as best as he could, "Don't worry Josh. I'm here now. Everything'll be alright. I promise." Tom tried his best to comfort Josh, but even Tom could hear his voice breaking as he tried to fight the tears that were forcing their way through.

The next day, father and son walked out of the staff room, hand in hand, and headed back out to war.

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